The scars on the tree trunks marked the missing limbs. Before this, we had to lie down to view the distant beach; now the view was greatly expanded up...to my height. It was an improvement as far as I was concerned.Sitting on the rock, I let my responsibilities disappear while watching seabirds skim the crests of waves and fishing boats dance on the swells. The serene view of the bright green water touching the shore was calming. The sun bathed the sand dunes with hot rays that covered the land. I felt funny; it wasn't excitement, and it wasn't shame. I just felt different the way when they would all honk their horns and yell something at me. One yelled, "How much for a blow job?" Another yelled, "Want a date, baby?" I ignored them, yet something inside made me feel dirty -- and, well yes, a tiny bit excited.I parked my car close to the door and took a deep breath before I got out. By the time I opened the door one of the salesmen had run up to it and opened it for me. I saw him. Most of my friends were too and we would draw pictures of them and sometimes that got us in trouble if we got caught at school doing it, which happened once or twice. If the teachers only knew what we did in private! We didn't penetrate each other then, and I think it was mostly a visual thing, and touching. Except one boy I played with did stick things in there sometimes, but not far in. Later on after puberty I tried 'butt-fucking' (that's what we called it) but we couldn't figure out how to. It was a picture of Harsha bhabhi in a bra and panty. She really looked stunning. The next two pages had her with only her panty on. Sarika bhabhi was topless. Her lovely boobs were fully exposed. The next five pages had her absolutely naked. Sarika bhabhi bilkul nangi thee. I quietly took the magazine and placed it in my bag. After 12.30 at night, I woke up and pulled the magazine out of my bag. I slowly closed the door and switched on the light. I opened the magazine. There were lovely.