The path I traveled was dimly lit and framed by trees that looked like gnarled fingers. Ahead I could see a ticket booth. This is a dream. This does n...t make sense. I thought to myself. I neared the booth and peered inside. It was wrapped in a thin coat of dust. Out of a fog I could see a metal gate. Inscribed upon the gate were the words, Der Zirkus der Nacht. The gate creaked open from a sudden burst of wind. With the wind came the scent of candy apples and popcorn. I could see the carnival. We spent most of the time talking about our childhoods, what it was like to grow up. Our experiences were so different! Boys and girls are raised so differently. Both genders are separated from their mothers about a month after birth. By law, infants are then sent to nurseries in different townships. The children are segregated by gender even then, and once they are transferred to monasteries in their third year, their experiences are completely different.At the beginning of what I thought was. I run two fingers slowly between her labia so that the tips of them just enter her. She lets out a short, sharp giggle so I do it again...up, and down. I want to see her on my fingers so I slowly remove my hand from her jeans and pull away from her kiss with some reluctance. As I lift my hand up she takes it in hers. The tips of my middle and index fingers are glistening with her sex. Then, without taking her sultry eyes away from mine, she pulls them to her mouth and runs them across her. .Meri bhabhi ke sadi ke 2sal se jada ho chuke the par abhi take ek bhi bacche nhi the ,bhaiya bohot dino se kaam ke karan up bye hue the ,aur bola tha ki 2 saptah me lautenge ..Maine ek saptah tak wise hi bhabhi sath baatein sav ki dusre saptah ko pwhli din hi mughe bohot sex ka mann kar raha tha. .Par mughe myth marne ki aadat nhi thi issliye maine mouth nhi mari .Bhabhi daily ki tarah aaj bhi thik 1baje nahane gyi .Mai jaan bughkar bathroom me ghus gya ,andar jaate hi maine dekha bhabhi surf.