(Andar ki baat)Mohsin, “Bhaijaan abhi itni jaldi mein kyun bulaya.”Shahzad, “Tere apni dost ke sath koi chakkar hai kya.”Mohsin, “Nahi bhai....��Shahzad, “Lag to raha hai, apne pati ko bhej kar woh tere kehne par ruk gayi.”Mohsin, “Woh colleague hai, bas isliye.”Faizan, “Bhai maine isko uska hath pakadkar hans hans baat karte dekha hai.”Mohsin (sharmate hue), “Bhaijan… woh jyada kuch nahi, bas aise hi.”Shahzad, “Girlfriend hai.”Mohsin (sharmate hue), “Haan.”Faizan, “Fuddi li uski.”Shahzad, “Are. As I walked out , my eyes focussed on the Headmistress across the stage, the wolf whistles started. Thankfully not as much as with Anastasia. I also heard the chuckles similar to Anastasias response.I didn’t smile, collected my award and joined the girls. I didn’t engage anyones eyes in the boys section but sensed my old mates chuckling and whistling.The girls were encouraging, hugging me, and I sat down with relief amongst all the curls and lace of the girls section. I had almost become one of. The kitchen stove in our house was overlooking the dinning area. So when she would stand and cook on the gas stove, I could see her entirely, which meant that my eyes were constantly looking at her navel. I would be sitting on the table in my dinning room “pretending to study” and would be constantly looking at her navel. My mother used to be busy with her office work and father would always come home late. So in that 5pm to 7 pm window, no one knew what I was up to. It was then, that I used to. During the reception she looked ravaging in her slim strapless blue dress. I tried hard to keep looking at her but it was too hard to resist. As I was dancing with Jen, I felt my pants begin to bulge, I tried to keep it in check but it was no use. Then she came closer to me, held on tighter and I know she felt my growing cock up against her. I can feel your heart racing and her breathing increase. It was then I knew I had to have her no matter what happens.As time passed, I tried to keep her.