Later after drying her clothes she called me and asked my name I told and asked her the same and exchanged few details about each other. A new rotatio... started with a small chit chats with her whenever she came on terrace. One day while talking with her I asked her contact number and we exchanged but I was little scared to text her. We used to talk casually but never texted her. 1 week later in evening I got a message on WhatsApp I was surprised and happy to see her message I replied her and we. I was about to do something stupid when my phone pinged. I hastily went to the phone and picked it up. It was my friend who wanted me to go out with him. I said no and was about to put the phone down when another message came.It was from her. It read, “Come to my house.” My heart started to beat hard. I thought it would beat right through my chest. I knew that she told her mother about it and I was fucked. Gathering up every bit of courage I had I went to her house. there she was in the living. .. Or would he?She looked at her husband, and Howard seemed to be as elaborately innocent as the Taylors, smiling happily. He sensed Cindy's gaze on him, and turned to beam at her, raising his glass slightly. She turned away, feeling a growing sense of anger and shame take hold of her lithe young body.He must have told the Taylors about the photos, she thought wretchedly. But why? What possible purpose could be served in relating such an intimate, and personal fact? Howard seemed somehow. One day my best friend sudhir,who had a sexual relationship with her mom for 3 years asked me of my sexual life with my mom ,I replied with a no and told,’nahi yaar mera aisa nahi case hai’. Soon I became a topic of laughter in my friend circle…They used to call me mommy’s little boy.But somehow sudhir understood me one day he asked meSudhir:yaar tu kya karna chahta hai apne maa ke saathMe:(after all this mockery I was desperate too):haan yaar but kaise karu pata nahi Now sudhir came up with a.