Since he wasn’t responding in the way I had expected, Iimmediately felt as if I were doing something wrong.This is part of the craziness of how ... relate to him. Iwanted the sex to last, so what was the hurry to gethim hard? Enjoying his soft cock fit in with what Iwanted. But I wasn’t enjoying it because he wassupposed to be aroused. I feared he was going to loseall interest and push me away, so I focused all myattention on getting him hard. I made love to his cock,sucked, nibbled,. I love you Viren I love youMe: I love u too Sarika.. Don’t call me Viren… Call me sir..!Sarika: with a naughtly smile hit me on my chest, You are my Viren… I don’t know any Sir from today.We laughed and she leaned and slept on my chest. I unhooked her bra and she helped me remove it.Sarka got up and also removed her outfit completely. She was only in her pink panty which complemented her already floored Bra. She sat on my thighs with her legs on opposite sides. Her hands resting on my shoulder. This time she picked out a pair of plain white cotton panties."For now were looking for cool. We can get sexier later."Next she picked a short pink sundress. And lastly, she picked a pair of pink sandals, with a 4" heel. Sandi slipped on some shorts and T-shirt, and we headed to the kitchen to see what there was to eat. We decided on some finger sandwiches that we could take out on the deck with us. I packed some beers in a cooler, and followed Sandi out the door.We had just finished eating,. .My head was spinning; there were so many conflicting thoughts and feelingsgoing through my head. I was feeling confused and shocked. I was sittingfacing the mirror with a sense of disbelief.The girl in the mirror couldn't be me. Yet when I moved, she moved, Ibrushed my hair gently behind my ear and the girl in the mirror did thesame. How could my mother and sister do this to me?I was a boy; at least I thought I was. The image in the mirror told mesomething else; the image was that of a very.