What I had excitedly hoped to discover became for me a major disillusionment. I met strangers who preferred to remain so. Admittedly, not even sure at...times if the ‘women’ I was speaking with, were in fact really women. Any attempt at familiarity, wanting to get to know that person on a more intimate, non-sexual level, was usually met with sudden disappearance, sometimes outright hostility. I found myself longing for the deeper communication and friendship that I had just started to appreciate. Pata nahin baal kaise saaf kar paaungi?”“ Didi aap bura na maano to main aapke baal saaaf kar dunga.”“ Hut paagal ! Toone jo kuchh karna tha kar liya.”“ Didi vishwaas kariye. Main aapko ek bhai ki tarah dekhunga.”“ Achha ! bhai bhi apni behan ki choot ke baal saaf karte hain?” Maine aakhir choot jaisa shabd istemaal kar hi liya. Is tarah ka shabd maine Viki se chudai ke baad se abhi tak istemaal nahin kiya tha. Chudwaate waqt aise shabd bolna aur baat thi.“ To kya ho gaya didi? Behan ki takleef. White baby doll nightdress over a white sling bra that left her nipples free, a narrow white suspender belt, white stockings with the white panties that I'd spotted earlier and white mules on her feet."Oh princess," I said rather hoarsely, "you look gorgeous." and she giggled as my robe began to rise under pressure from within."Well that's three of us who like it then" Three?"She looked at me pityingly, "I like it, you like it and your friend down there seems to like it too." and she nodded to. I further knew she was next in line for an education.Hazing her down the primrose path wasn't even as much trouble as he'd been. Within an hour I had my rope on her neck and she was making her last few dance moves toward her hitching tree.With smart horses it usually went about the same and she was smart too. Soon enough she was wearing a halter and tied by a stout lead rope. She fought it a little harder but not much. She pawed at the ground around the tree more too, but she was still tied and.