. "I sighed, then said "I guess I started this. Go ahead and ask it."He opened his mouth, then shut it, unsure if he should ask something so personal ...r not. He straighten his posture, then tried looking me in the eye, but then lost his nerve again."Stop stalling and ask, you wimp!" I said giving him a friendly shove."All right! Do you two talk about sex at night?" Huh?" I asked, having prepared to answer a much more revealing question. "Uhm, sometimes. Well, not really. Why? Do you?" A friend. He does not falter. He continues. Following the rules again. Until there is another touch. Then another, mixed in between caresses that the rules deem appropriate. Their temperatures rise in tandem. Facing no resistance, no reprimand, his hands become bold. Has he given pleasure like this before? She wonders. She smiles. She does not care. It does not matter because nothing exists but her body and his hands. Has she received pleasure like this before? He wonders. He smiles. He does not care.. I was waiting to my sister.i was not getting sleep.she was studying and came to bed late that night.Finally she came.she closed her eyes and i have to wait for sometime till she sleepsAfter sometime i touched her boobs.that day i was pressing her boobs much harder than earlier.This time i put my hands inside her dress.I was playing with her nipples.Her nipples was erecting.i played and pressed it for sometime.I got to know she woke up but she was pretending as sleeping.Now i wanted touch her. ‘Are you alright?’ Greg explained to them what happened. ‘Sorry to hear that mate.’ he consoled. ‘Come and sit with Muriel and I for dinner.’ George and Muriel did their best to console him, but it didn’t help very much and he continued to down the beers at a rapid rate. As it started to get late, George and Muriel took their leave as the had to be up early to catch their flight. ‘Now you take care.’ they both pleaded and they exchanged address details. He shook George’s hand and gave Muriel a.