My girlfriend called me a pussy as the guy laughed in my face. He then walked right up to me nose to nose and said "you can't do a damn thing because ...our just a punk, ROBBY!." I was hoping that would be the end of my humiliation. It was just the beginning. The fact that he used my name, calling me out like that was totally emasculating, and he knew it. I could feel my heart pounding, hands shaking,& lips visibly quivering. My girlfriend looked down at the obvious - my pants were wet from. Unki salwar gili thi n suit ek dam tight tha jiski wajah se unke boobs ka shape ek dam mast dikh rha tha.Unhe dekh kar mere dimag me chal.Rha tha k kitni sexy hai bhabhi .Veer nu tan najare aunde hone.Matlab bhabhi kitni sexy hai bhai sahab ko to baht maza ata hoga.Ye sb soch hi rha tha k bhabhi niche chali gyi.Iske baad ab to jaise bhabhi ka nasha chhad gya mujhpar.Jb bhi sex ki baat dimag me ati bas bhabhi najr ati mere khyalo me.Kai baar to unke naam ki muth bhi maari maine.Ab to jab bhi. Little did they know.When the party wound down and the last of her guests left, after the cleanup, and feeling tired from an active day, the three of us relaxed on the back veranda. Bella chatted away giving her mother all the latest gossip. Chantal kept touching Bella; a caress of her hair, a touch on her arm; unusually affectionate.I muttered, “Quidnunc.”Bella paused. “I’m not a quidnuc!”“You are,” I assured her.Penny raised her head. She looked at me with her intelligent brown eyes and. That stopped him for a minute. He looked frazzled. His eyes traced to her and then back to me. A breath of air indicated he was about to speak before going silent once more.“No,” he said softly, an intent introspection resting on his face, “no I don’t think I would.”I could see a wave of thoughts and emotions playing across her face. Ideas that maybe had never crossed her mind, invading her thinking, shattering her view of the world. She turned back to regard me before averting her gaze.