I took bhabhi to the guest room.I left for work when I arrived my bitch wife had left to her mother’s place with a note for me.My bhabhi said-” I ...m so sorry for this I didn’t know she would leave”Maine kahan-“Bhabhi thank god wo chali gaye thode din to chain milega”My bhabhi giggled at the remark.My beautiful bhabhi and me was like a dream come true.Bhabhi prepared great food we sat and ate together.Bhabhi went inside after dinner and wore her night suit.She was in an awesome black nightie her. He'd been slowed by rough going in the rock fields of eastern Pennsylvania, so was a couple days over his planned schedule when he hit the halfway point of the trail a few days earlier. By then, Harper's Ferry, slightly more than halfway but the psychological center point, was such a convenient place for the meeting that he'd dawdled a little, arriving only a couple hours ahead of them. He was still hiking alone, and there were several easy days supposedly ahead of him so he expected to catch. My mind was mush , i should have been down on PCB checking out hot college girls but no , i was consumed by my desire for a guy. homosexual lust is so powerful. well , anyway hoping to strike lightning twice I went back down to the pool but not nearly as stoned and wasted. i was so hoping to see him again. I looked and waited but to no avail so i went back up to the room and got blitzed again. by the time i got back down to the beach the sun had come out and i saw him out in the water. he was. For me, the right college has to have an even number of men and women among its student body and a strong athletic program. Oh, and no academic slacking either. Most schools in the higher education system of America aren’t good enough to meet my relatively high standards. Fortunately, Boston Metro Tech does. That’s why they’re lucky enough to have me. Out of all those schools out there, I chose them. Who am I and why do I think so highly of myself? I’m a six-foot-one, big and tall, jet-black.