Tiger abhi nhi ab bus baki bad me meri beti school se ati hogi….To me utha or pucha k me ab apko kbhi bhi chod skta hu… To wo boli ha bt jb hum ak...le ho or pdhai bhi krni.Padegi…. Mene unko ek sweet lip kis di or chala gya….. If you like my story to pls mail me….. Phir 2 din bad sham k unka call aya to mujhse kahne lgi k plz mujhe bhul jao me-me apko nhi bhul skta me bs apko chahta hu bhabhi-plz abhay man jao or padhi pe dhyan do me-nhi mene apko bina pae exam kbi pas nhi kr skta…. Bhabhi-plz. Maybe it was when we were eleven. Maybe it was much later, when we were fourteen and our bodies were much more mature. I don't know. I'm sure only someone who can exactly define how a sexual act differs from any other could pinpoint it. At some time, however, the sexual aspect of our friendship was unavoidable. We were no longer just best friends. We were also lovers. It took a very long time for us to recognise the fact, and even longer to actually believe it or to be aware of its. He took them both down and slipped them off, putting them on the sofa, before walking back me and as soon as I patted my leg he bent down and lay across my lap. My 24 year old husband, across my lap, bare bottom staring up at me, knowing that it would be turned in to a burning caldron. David turned and looked in to the room. I snapped “David turn back to the wall or I will give you something else to think about. Now!” He turned away, pressing his nose against the wall. I found the control so. “If he only knew! He made that comment so many years ago, I’ve thought about it every night since then!” “You?” “Yes, me! Boring Gillian thought of a threesome! Can you believe it?” “I didn’t mean you were boring! I’m just surprised you’d think of something like that. Hell, I can count the number of men you’ve slept with on one hand!” “Why does it surprise you? I realize I may not be your type but I’m sure I could find two men willing to fuck me!” “Whoa, what’s with the language? I didn’t mean.