... I loved her. Always have, and as I grew older,my love for her changed into something much more intense..., A love so strong that when summer came ...round each year, Ididn't dread visiting her, I looked forward to it....,My folks were probably as happy as I was to see me go visit her, as it got their nerd son out of their sight so they could do what ever they wanted in my absence., Since all I usually did was hang around the house and read, I'm sure I was in the way of a lot of stuff that. Mom, ko iss waqt agar iss baat se koi problem bhi hoti to vo kuch na kehti kyuki yeh sab doctor ke checkup ka tareeqa tha, mere khayal se mom ke sath bhi yehi sab hua tha,sala bada hi kisamat wala doctor tha, aap log hi socho na, aurto ke boob choos lo aur aurat kuch na kahey aapko,, matlab kisi ki beti ke ya uski ma ke pakad ke daba do, choos lo, yakeen nai hota but yaha to yeh sab normal tha.Kher aisey lag raha tha ki ab yeh doctor ridhima ke boobs ki acchi khaasi chusai karney wala hai,. She caught that I was staring at her. She adjusted her saree, gave a serious look and walked back. She was in my dreams. I couldn’t get her out. I used to imagine having sex with her. But this was not working out. I know she is married and I cannot have sex with her.This feeling turned into regret. I thought of saying sorry to her. The day came, I wanted her husband to leave the house. Hearing the noise of his car going away, I went to her home and knocked on the door. She asked me to enter. I had the opposite. Fuzzy dirty blonde curls, dry skin and a woeful fashion sense. And they loved to remind me of this every day. I would sit with the boys at lunch and listen as they would compare each girl like cattle traders, “Ah but she's got some rack of tits on her!”, “Yeah but she's gotton the ride more than anyone else, her pussy would be like an endless pit!’’. It seemed as though they’d never really realised I was a girl. But it was either that or listen to the latest gossip about who.