Daily we talked on mobile usually in the night time. In nighttime I used to go to the parking area, from there I would call her to avoid disturbance o... my colleagues. Nights we would talk about everything. We used to do phone sex. She liked it very much.One day her parents went to some relatives marriage. She had an interview on that day. So she had not gone. In my room, luckily I was alone. My colleagues went to their native place. But she would be back in the afternoon only after attending an. Over the years it felt like everydecent chance fell through my grasp or was way too conspicuous for anycomfort at all. It seemed like any time a girl would do something girlyto a boy, like tie a ribbon or clip a barrette in his hair at lunch, itwas always because she was flirting with him. Girls didn't flirt with me.But high school revealed a lot more to me about a changing world outthere. In the early 2010's LGBT issues were becoming accepted at a farhigher rate than I ever knew, and it was. Waha par boos phir se uth kar baith gaya.who anjali ki boobs ko hi dekh raha tha.usne usha ko pucha ki tumhare boobs bahut acche hai, silocon implant kiya hai kya.usha boli” matlab”. boss bola ” tumhe nahi pata ”. usha boli nahi.boss ne kaha ki aurate kamukh dikhne ke liye boobs ke andar silicon dalwati hai by surgery.usha boli accha, but mere natural hai.bvoss Bola lagta hai rooz aaine ke samne malish karti ho khud ko sundar banane ke liye.anjali boli sir aap bhi naaa sachi baat pakad hi lete. Her hand caressing the back of my neck. My hand slowly began to inch closer to her lady bits. She turned to me and we stared into each other's eyes for what seemed like forever. Her beautiful brown eyes peering into mine. Without another word we started passionately making out. Or tongues exploring the insides of each other's mouths, dancing with one another, getting accustomed to each other's taste. She pushed me down onto my back and climbed on top of me. We continued to kiss more and more.