Cindy came out of the locker room with Nichole in tow. She glanced around, looking for her husband, convinced that he would be waiting. But she glance... right past him. Then her head snapped back. She focused on Mike and Jimmy, sitting embarrassed on the bench. "Mike?"Mike nodded slowly. "Something happened to us," he said, knowing how ridiculous it sounded. Sure. Go into a locker room as men, come out as women. Happens every day."What...?" Cindy's mouth still hung open."Ladies, topless. Anjali-ye toh bahut garam hai aur moota b hai….Lucky-tum ko dekh kar hi ye aisa hua hai….Ab hilao thoda isse…Anjali-hilaungi….Par…Meri jo chut geeli ho gayi hai usko kaun ragadega…?Maine turant hi apna haat uske chut mein daal diya uska pajama khol kar…Aur dono ke upar chaddar daal di taki koi dekh na sake….Ab main uski geeli chut ko ragad ne laga aur vo aankh band kar ke maza le rahi thi aur mere lund ko zor zor se hila rahi thi…..Fir main usko apni taraf khich kar uska smooch… Le ne laga….Aur. I hear the officer whom I spoken with a chuckle say “You like boys”! What can I say , in a low tone of voice I say “No” and with that I am ushered in to the police car, the street noise is substituted for police radio chatter, next minute I just sit and ponder how the girl I loved so much slipped through my finger, did I say or do something, looking for any reason that would justify he leaving me so abruptly with my head still bowed and searching all the days event. I feel the car slow and. I told her ‘Oh what I meant to have sex with me’ for which both of us laughed. She was telling me that Indians females are not pretty. I should concur with her as Indians women at my work place are far below average. Also she figured out that we Indians go for arranged marriage and that’s why her colleagues dint want to date Indians. They are Indians at my work place and she noticed that Indian females are not that great looking. I have to agree because females. Nothing happened next couple of.