‘You know, girls get hair around their piss hole when we grow up’‘Really?’‘Yes mom has thick hair down here around the peehole’We examined...each other’s sex organs for another five minutes. After that we lost interest.With both of us I think it just grew to be a custom. Maybe three or four times a year we’d check out each other’s development. Trust me, there were no porn magazines, no TV, no internet, nothing of interest indoors that would keep us indoors. What most kids knew about sex, or. ........-Well didn’t you know that driving drunk is breaking the law?-his question sounded too hasty and scared me even more.-Yes,….well…yea but…I didn’t think….that…..-I couldn’t speak, I was terrified, this couldn’t have been happening. Now I could see, that the other cop was looking at my ass with hungry eyes and I could swear I saw him grabbing his cock. I tried to close my eyes and make myself believe, that I was imagining it, I was gay after all, I have seen this in movies, it must have. It was a night bus which started at 9pm and was to reach Delhi at 5am. My seat was second last row and as the bus started the last row was empty and the other side adjacent to me was also unoccupied. My neighboring seat was occupied by a guy named Ravi who was about 22-23 and was a student and was going home. As it was winters we all were covered with blankets and after initial hello I decided to take a nap and the Ravi also started to rest. At about 10 as we were both in our respective. In the next room, there were changing tables and wardrobes. I have neverseen so many dresses and girl clothes in my life. One girl was there intears. She had a pretty dress on, with tights and she was looking in themirror. The nanny was telling her that her hair would grow. It was quiteshort, like a boy's haircut. Who would want long hair anyhow? The nannysuggested that the girl got her ears pierced so she would look more andmore like a girl.The last room was full of big cribs. I am not joking,.