“haan dev ye sahi hai. Mujhe sab pata hai, mujhe uski dairy hath lagGayi thi. Meine har wo bat padhi hai jo usne likhi thi, har wo gandiBaat. Wo bha...wan se darti thi, aur use pata tha ki usne gunah kiyaHai isilye wo bhagwan se apne gunah ki mafi manga karti thi. Par useApne devar se chudane mein maza aata tha.” chachi ekdum gusse meinBoli.Chachaji ekdum chupchap baithe the jaise unke munh mein jaban hi naHo. Sath hi unke chehre pe gussa bhi tha ki chaachi ne ye baat itneSaal tak unse chupa ke. I will be lucky if nobody calls mall security on me. I am such a shithead. Finally a boy comes over and I explain what I need. His smirk and ask what’s under my coat.“Nothing,” I say.“Then open it up,” he orders.I do as told, trying to use him to block the view for any passersby, and he laughs.“I knew you were a pervert…what’s you fucking name”?“Shithead,” I answer.He takes the photo, but orders me to write my phone number down, saying he can use a good shithead like me. I give him the number,. I am 29 slim to built, smart, bi-sexual, mostly end up being a bottom while also getting the partner to do the same. Rakesh was my best friends husband, she was the common friend of me and my wife, she got married to him last year and were living in pune, they moved back recently to chennai. Me and my wife stayed nearby to them when they moved, so we always used to meet for drinks twice in a month at my place or theirs taking turns.When I saw rakesh for the first time I felt there’s something. Tears also rolled down her cheeks. “what are you talking about? Which guy? ” , she said.“Oh there goes your crying, so innocent girl. Well it’s no use cause unfortunately I have seen the photos of that blonde bastard.” I said.She looked confused. ” which blonde are you talking about? She is my cousin you fool”, she said.I was confused. She opened her phone and opened the picture.“Look closely, she is a girl. She is a distant relative and lives in Australia. “, she said.Oh shit!! I didn’t.