Initially, I helped her undress to feel her body with my hands. Then proceeded with the standard massage. Lastly, I played with her butt hole & pussy ...ith ice cube accompanied by my tongue. I had asked her not to talk during the session, however, I told her to let me know when I should stop or do further. She has cooperated so far.Now: I informed her that I’m going to flip her to massage the front body. To my surprise, she asked me what other techniques I know other than massage. I enquired her. ..?Did I need to? It was just one date. And maybe it would help me getover my hopeless crush on Andrew, and even if it didn't go anywhere,it could still be a nice evening. Now that Dad had pretty much acceptedmy girlhood as a *fait accompli*, he and Mom would *probably* be readyto accept the further revelation that I liked boys. And had acceptedan invitation to go on a date with one particular boy."Yes," I finally said. "I'd like that."==========My new short fiction collection, "Unforgotten. Bhabhi ki choot ki gandi mehak ab bhi us penty me se aa rahi thi. Mainebhabhi k naam ki mooth maari aur saara maal us bra penty me chod diya. Phirkuch der baad maine use dho kr waapis sookhne k liye daal diya. Meri chuti thi toh main so gya dopaharme achanak mere darwaje pr kisi ne knock kiya. Generally is time ritu aati thiapni tharak mitaane k liye toh maine bina dhyaan kiya hi drwaja khol diya.Dekha toh bhabhi saamne khadi thi. Neend se uthne ki wajah se mera lund khadatha aur is wajah se. ‘Okay, no, I do need to get cleaned up – this stuff is starting to cake up,’ Nightwing announces, after about fifteen minutes. I nod, and we decide to take turns showering this time. I toss the ruined curtain into the trash, and pick up our clothes – which are soaking wet. ‘You’re gonna have to do that trick again,’ I announce. ‘Y’know, with breath? To dry the clothes?’ ‘Okay,’ she responds. ‘Hey, when I use the shampoo, do I press my palm in as well?’ ‘Yep,’ I respond as I dry off the floor,.