I still long for one true love, but, unfortunately, that has never come in my way so far (except for a 3 months relationship with a girl). So this was...one of those massage parlor visits. One fine afternoon, I headed to a massage parlor. On reaching, the owner called some 6-7 girls who were there in the parlor and asked me to select one. I saw one Nepali girl (let’s call her by name, Dia) and I just loved the way she was.She was around 20, nice, petite, slim, straight hair, around 5’4″, and had. To maine raat ko unko call lagayi or vese bhi main unko sochte hue kafi bar masturbate karta rehta tha to mujhe unki bhut hi fikar lagi rehti thi to jab maine unhe call kiya to ek barr main unhone phone nahi uthaya maine socha so gye honge fir maine unhe dekha ki vo apni kitchen main hai to maine jab vo apne kamre main challi gyi to unhe call kiya or unhone phone uthaya or herani se kaha ki gaurav tum tumne kese call kari call karne ki kya zarurath thi mujhe bula lete hum vese hi bat kar lete. Mum obviously wanted it, she had her hands on his bottom pulling him in harder with each thrust until Daddy gave a big sigh and came. He can’t have had much spunk left after he had cum in me but Mum was sucking hard and swallowing.When she finally released him and sat back down in the tub l could see her lips were swollen and l could tell that Daddy must have been fucking her really hard. Mum smiled at me and said that was the way a girl needed to be handled, she said that Joe would never be. She left me behind with a craving I could not fulfil. No one cared to share it with me.Oh, in some circles I was popular. But what's in a word? For the pimpled nerds I was popular. For the shy closet gays I solved a problem. I was the only girl they dared approach. I was the only girl they could muster enough courage for to ask out on a clumsy date.And there were the overweight, sweaty girls, of course.But now she was a woman. She was a woman who had taught herself she loved women. A woman who.