My bladder was ready to burst. I knocked on the door. There was no answer, so I knocked again, harder this time.“I’m having a shower”, my sister...Sushma shouted from the other side. “Hurry,” I replied.“I’m having a shower,” she said again.Annoyed, I headed back down the stairs, walked into the garden and pissed on the grass.“Aaaaahhhh,” I said in bliss.My neighbor looked over as I stood there pissing, I gave her a smile then pushed my wet cock back into my jeans.I headed back inside just in time. I had no intention of doing anything with any of the guys; in fact I wanted them to go home because I too wanted my bed but there were a few half empty bottles of wine left and we all sat in the lounge finishing them off. I sat on the floor with my back against the settee; two them were sat on the settee itself but the other five were sat on the floor with me in a sort of semi circle around me. We chatted about this and that and then Brad, the sort of leader of the pack started back on the. One day while returning from school, we stepped in d same lift of our apartment. That day was a bad one and I had a headache. I dont know what attracted me and I just grabbed her from behind and cross my hand over her belly and rest my head on her shoulders.I smelled her hair and felt awesome as for the first time I was holding a girl like that. But my happiness ended as she slapped me hard and scolded “what the hell do you have in your mind”. I was ashamed and I told her that I had a headache. As he rested and regained his breath, the Gingerbread Man suddenly heard a wailing, carried on the breath of the breeze that crept around the windmill. But no, it was not the wind wailing, he was sure. And so, he stood up, and crept towards the nearest open window. He could hear somebody crying inside.“I say,” said the Gingerbread Man, “Is everything alright in there?”The sound of wailing stopped at once, and the heavy tread of somebody could be heard walking them across floorboards A fat.