To jab bi memere friend ke ghar jata to wwo bhabhi bethi hoti to me unse bat karta. Or mere frend ko mene bata diya ki me shital bhabhi ko chodna chah...a hu. Pahele to wo muje mana karne laga but bhahot samjane par usne meri madad ke liye ha keh diya…Pahele me bhabhi ke dare me bata du…..Bhabhi ki umra 32 saal ki thi. Or dikhne mr fair thi or uski gaand ache achho ke lund khada kar de esi thi. or unko koi baccha nahi tha Uski gand ke vajah se hi mera lund paresan ho jata. Har bar sochta ki me. She dropped her pallu and turned back. I could notice that she was wearing almost a backless,sleeveless blouse, like a halter neck. There was not bra. I measured her shoulder, sleeve, arm and wanted to put tape around her. Then she turned towards me. Her blouse was so deep that there was nothing to hide. I silently, put the tape around her and measured, her breastline,waise, the measure from shoulder up to the nipple. By now she was excited and the nipple were aroused to their brim. I was also. EXACTLY" Neil shouted, doing his comedian voice (which sounded like a cross between Dave Chappelle and a really angry person), and starting to say hot before I finished the word. I waited for him to finish his routine."Bitches" he finished, cracking himself up. "What's your point?" I finally asked, picking up a modest gain on first down."What's the first word you'd use to describe Hailey?" he continued.There was a longer pause this time."Fuck..I don..." FUCK...EXACTLY" he shouted again, pretty. And one day, a light went on in my mind when I read the term ‘bisexuality’. In my case, though, actual sex lay somewhere in the future. At least anything but masturbation did. But it was a revelation to me that there were others in the world who enjoyed the idea of having sex with either gender.The things I saw every day taught me a little about society’s double standards toward showing affection in public. While nobody really cared if two boys of the same gender might sometimes walk with their.