‘Gotta’ be the moon, working its magic .’ I said to myself, taking in the girl’s perfume. So I plopped down beside her, got a beer, pulled out...my notepad and started scribbling. (I write all my songs in bars. All my best stuff was written half drunk in some dive hole.) So I wrote for while, finished a new lyric, not too bad, ordered another draft, grabbed me a handful of salty peanuts, sneaked a peak at the cleavage sitting next to me and decided that life was pretty good, and how could it get. I was drawn in by his quick wit and charm. After a few hours of online chatting, he urged me to call him, but I was unsure of just what his intentions were. Curiosity got the best of me and to my surprise I found myself dialing his number the next day thinking that his voice would surely satisfy that curiosity I had. It only intensified the feeling. His laugh made me smile and the conversation was so easy. I felt my guard slipping ever so slowly away and thinking that this one just may be that. I won’t tell anything to anyone. I got brave and told her yes bhabhi. I think of you at times and masturbate. I am sorry. Babhi gave a mischievous smile and asked what do you imagine about me Sahil?Tell me and I was having hard time controlling my erection. I told her and I can’t tell you babhi. I am feeling shy. She told if you feel shy telling then what will you do if you get a chance? I was spellbound at what she told. My lips went dry. I looked into her eyes and saw love and naughtiness in. What is that? That sound? What sound? I feigned ignorance. Oh my god, are you fucking yourself right now?! I burst out laughing, pulling my glass dildo out of the water and showing it to the camera. I guess Im not the only one! my sister giggled, tilting the camera down and lifting the covers to show her own fingers jammed in her pussy. my, my Lily? Are you pleasuring yourself to the thought of your sister and nephew? What a naughty girl! I joked. Yeah Im the naughty one! she shot back. Im.