Yet there were times, and this was one of them, when I wondered what could come of such cyber friendships, all the people I knew wore handles to hide ...ehind, just as I did, I didn't really know them or they me other than by the topics we'd discuss or the daft games we'd play.Then there was 'Lover Boy', he seemed to be so charming, kind yet excitingly forceful in our cyber-sex games. He was also patient, always willing to listen whenever I needed to get my real world loneliness off my chest.. Aur babita aur ham dunu gote ahi sab san garam hobai lagal chhalaun.Ham man men sochlaun je hamra chudai kela bahut din bha gel achhi, agar aai rait men e chodbak lel bhet jai ta maja aabi jayat…yehi kram men bhojan seho taiyar bha gel chhlaik..aur bhojnak baste bajewa seho aabi gel…dunu gote uthi ka dalan par san aangan gelaun…dosar kiyo nahin rahbak karan Babite hamra bhojan karab laglih..khenai parosbak kram men hunkar aanchar khais parait chhalianh..jahi san hunkar chuchi ke golia dekh ka. ..” Mark gave a huge sigh and wiped his wet eyes on his pajama sleeve. “Maddy and I, we have ... we had an older sister. Her name was...” He couldn’t go on. After a moment he started to cry, very softly.In great tenderness, Jada touched his shoulder. “Do you want to be alone?” she whispered.Mark shook his head no. He looked absolutely miserable.“Come on. Lie with me.” A moment later Mark was sprawled on his bed, with Jada perched on the edge, her hand gently touching the top of his head.“I was. Moaning…. we kissed and kissed, mashing…eventually hearing ooooohhh mama… when Nancy finally came out of her room, and we pulled away. would you stay for dinner? Kathy asked, and with that Nancy started chanting stay for dinner! stay for dinner! and when I said well…..I guess I can knowing I had nothing really to do, they all cheered. she didnt cook – so we ordered out and we all sat on the sectional in the living room, Nancy kept getting up coming over to me and taking my hand whenever she had.