Hamare garr kee bhad puri keth hor jangle thi. Rath 7 k bhad hamare garr ke pass koi nai hatee thee kyu ki waha rath 7 waje k bhad puri handera hoo jh...ti hai hor hamari garr last mee honeke karan waa koi nai hatee thee. Hamare garr waloo koo hadath hoo gahi thii rath mee woo jhane kii. Un dinno garmi jyadha thi hor ham bhar katiya dal karr sothe thee hor rath bich mee washroom hayee thoo ham kethi mee jhakar kar lethe thee. Ekk din ham rath mee bhot horny thee hor mujee see sex karne ki ichaa. She shifted on her bar stool, leaving a damp patch. She looked at her watch. It was eleven-thirty. She said, “Come to my suite at one o’clock. We’ll have lunch. You shall have your favourite hors d’oeuvres. My suite is in the west wing, number three-zero-two, on the second floor.” She saw that Max responded to this suggestion by getting an enormous boner. She briefly stroked its outline in his board shorts. She said, “I want that later, several times.” It got even bigger. Max attended. " But Momo lets Sonja use it when she asks!" I know, and I'm proud of you for that. But you're spending way too much time up here, playing with yourself. Do something else with your day. I got you books and art supplies and you can use the computer now, plus it's still plenty warm out if you put some clothes on, so maybe go run around with Sonja. I'm not taking it away, but from now on, you can only use it once a day, and I don't mean until it runs out of batteries."Momo's ears drooped. "Okay,". .4...you are waking up...3...you are becoming aware ofyour surroundings...2...you are opening your eyes...1.. and you are awake.Wow that was some dream. It tells me a lot." the psychiatrist said."Uh huh" It tells me your entire story. You always knew you were different fromthe other boys. But, you tried to fit in. You thought the best way tofit in and prove you was just as much of a boy as everyone else was to begood in sports. But you weren't really happy and when you became ateenager you.