”“what!! Are you saying you have been with a girl! Are you a lesbian?!” Sneha’s voice was a bit trembling as she said this. “does Rahul know...”“I am not a lesbian as such but I consider myself to be bisexual. And yes Rahul knows this. Rather, we have had experiences even after marriage too” she winked“what! I cant believe it!”“listen Sneha, Rahul and I are in love and we understand each other’s needs perfectly and have always gone out of our way to please each other. But it’s our private life. Her mouth"Hey Mom!" I cried when I opened the front door. My mother came as the kitchen outlets and looked up at us. "Hello girls! And who are you? " "Good afternoon, I'm Windy I'm your daughter in class!" "Yes, I heard you were coming eat here Lina has just passed me over the phone, I find the worst complication nice to meet you where she is in class, someone is in fact such a long way from here! ' Windy and my mother chatted to one piece through and I went to the kitchen to put all of us. A. The skirt was about 14 inches long and reached to mid thigh. Watching herself in the mirror, she leaned forward, backward, turned, raised her leg. Only when she bent deeply forward did the skirt pull above her stocking tops. Then she sat in the boudoir chair and crossed her legs. A narrow strip of white skin peeked from beneath her skirt. She was a voyeur’s dream. Satisfied, she stretched and turned to me, just before applying the last coat of lipstick, ‘What’s taking you so long?’ Nothing,. That snapped me out of my days. “Yes in the passenger seat.” You reached in and got it and locked the doors. Grabbing my hand again you lead me to your truck. Helped me in the passenger side and shut the door. I was shaking so badly and I was so wet. He got in and put the key in the ignition and started the truck. Looked over at me and smiled “Nervous?” “Yes” I breathed. “I’m not going to hurt you….too much.” You laughed.We continued to talk and laugh until we got to the room. You.