But that was losing as a team. I’d played games of cards, or Monopoly, or any number of other games where I had lost, but most of those games involv...d some element of luck. I couldn’t be lucky all the time, so I had accepted losing.Wrestling was different. On the wrestling mat, there’s very little luck involved. Nor is there a team to share the blame if you lose your match. Losing a wrestling match meant one and only one thing: I hadn’t been good enough. I could accept that there were better. I got freshened up and when I got out of bathroom priya was standing there with a pair of clothes for me and she came close to me and whispered in my earsPriya-aj tum ye pehnoge.She always use to call me aap but today when she called me tum I was more excited and thought may be its starting of my new life.I was just lost in thoughts again when she handed me the dress and left. It was a pair of levis jeans and t-shirt with a waste coat. In this dress I was also looking more beautiful. I came out. " I meekly said. She finally finished feeding me and took the tray into the kichen. Oh, I was dying!! Maybe my girl friend would come over....maybe. It wasn't a half hour that mom came back with a pan of water, a wash cloth and towel."Bath time." She said with a smile. I couldn't say anything! She pulled the sheet off me and threw it on the floor and removed my gown. She started to wash me and then she came to me dick. She thought for a minute and then continued. The warm water and her touch. Rough. Finger atwirl. circling.. me slowly.. rubbing stroking..stroking..my vagina. High up my vagina. ‘Silence’ as the finger went harder and harder.deeper in. ‘ breathtaking’ I heard..as she was licking and kissing my breasts .. covering my breast in licks and hot kisses. Pinching my nipple.squuzing my breast slow. Caressing me..pulling biting hard my nipple.circling my breast with hot kisses. Stroking stroking my vagina. Licking my curls. And Tracing my inner thigh... With her kiss and hot.