I hadn't even met phony love, meaning a guy willing to say he loved me just so he could get into my panties.Most of that was my fault though, just bec...use it was hard to get me out the door. I wasn't hopelessly shy, but I was a long ways from outgoing, I'll tell you that much. Talking to a man, like a good looking one who might actually be interested in me, that was my worst nightmare. I just didn't know what to say and yeah, guys like to talk, I know, but sometimes they want to listen too.. I don’t know what to do so again I have taken my mobile and acting like I got the call. She came and ask me directly that why am I following her even till washroom. I just told her that I like her burqa and your way of walking. As I am waiting for my friends you may also waiting na so just for entertainment I did this and said sorry.She went away from me and sat around one table nearby sweet corn shop. I am silent and don’t know what and how to react as this is first time. I sat near the other. I looked and the again last stall was open, so I went in. As I dropped my pants I looked through the peephole and I could see the guy in the next stall jacking off. He had a really hairy dick with black hair. He was cupping his balls. I could see the stall wall on the other side of him had a large hole cut into it. Suddenly I figured out that theman I had seen the previous weekend was sticking his dick through the hole. Then guy next to me leaned forward and looked through the hole at his. Mai unki family ke baare mai puchha to usne bataya ki woe k married hai or unke husband out of india kisi project ke kaam se 1 saal ke liye gaye hua hai or wo yaha unke saas or sasur ke saath rahti hai or unke job karne kaa sokh hai usi ki wajah se job kar rahi hai. Mai unki har baat ko bahut hi gaur se sun raha tha or mai unki aankho ne aankhe daal ke baat kar raha tha. Yeh baat unhone bhi notice ki thi or sayad wo bhi yahi chahti thi. Karib ek ghante baad hum log alag hue or humne ek dusre ke.