Soon I realized that I liked watching her pictures a lot and began fantasizing about her also. Strange thing for a girl to feel, but I reasoned, someo...e close enough to have my uncles cocks inside her body must be just as close to me too.Like I said in the last part, I stayed in Sharma uncles house for a long time, but it was becoming a big hassle to sneak out or do dirty things with my uncles at home. Aunty was almost always home and my cousin (that’s sharma uncle’s son) was also home more. His good looks seemed to be offset by a kind of hard, dominant energy that he projected almost unintentionally, and I found something about it slightly unsettling. There was a confident purposefulness in the way he regarded me, almost lewdly, as though I was being served up on a platter for his salacious enjoyment. And indeed, perhaps I was. That was part of the bargain wasn’t it? Realizing there was nowhere for me to go, I extended my hand to shake his. He just looked at it with amusement,. It particularly amused me that she had to clean the toilets every day. As a joke, I once took a photograph of her bent over the toilet bowl scrubbing away, using a tooth brush. The thing I thought was funny was the way her "P" brand was so prominently displayed on her right buttock.I had that picture framed and posted so that I could see it every time I used the toilet. It was also posted on our version of the internet. Of course, the ex-queen was embarrassed—that was what I had in mind. No, I. There was only one key and we both had cases to take up.Looking back I don't quite remember but I think Barry did offer himself fairly quickly and seemed very friendly. I should also point out that I had taken my shirt off to catch some of the evening sun.'Hey this is great! Are you sure it is OK? I mean you wouldn't prefer to have one of the others share with you?'I laughed. 'I don't know any of you but I usually find rugby players are a great crowd.''Excuse me saying so but you don't quite.