We both started to become closer after my bro started his new life. She used to always ask me about my girlfriend and all. I used to go to my bro’s ...lace thrice a week and one day I found her depressed I endlessly asked her for the reason but she was hesitant. After 2 days I again went back and she was still depressed. This time I didn’t ask her anything i tried making her happy with jokes and praising her for looks. I slipped my tongue by saying “bhabhi, you are such a bombshell and things. I hide our lunch behind his couch so he doesn't see it and climb under his desk. It is one of those desks that you can’t see under from the front which works perfectly for me. I sit there for about 5 or so minutes before I hear noise right outside of his door. I can tell it’s him and someone else talking business. I hope the other person doesn't come in and I hold my breath as the door opens. Jake comes in alone (Jake is my boyfriend’s name) and comes around to sit at his desk. I’m pushed far. At least any one who cares. I continued to pound her pussy with all the pent up anger from all her bitching the whole trip. She tried to push herself way with her arms but I grabbed them and held them behind her back while I plowed into her like a pile driver. Normally when I drive my dick into Kathy that hard and that fast it isn't long before I am ready to shoot. But this time things were different. From the swim and the booze I wasn't going anywhere for a long time. "Bitch, you have been. What harm would it do? Andrea and I both knew I was aheterosexual male.Andrea started calling herself "N'Dria" and started wearing almostmasculine tee shirts which clearly revealed how she had stopped shavingher armpits. Ithink she got that idea from Patti Smith. She said she was an artist andit was artistic. At about the same time I suddenly found I could notgrow hair under my armpits. I didn't know it then but Andrea was shavingmy armpits whilstI was sleeping.Also because I was not.