Well im a young lad from Rajasthan…and this is my first story.. it’s a fiction.. hope u like it.. well do let me know whether good or bad.. my mai... id is” ”Enjoy the story…Catch ya laterJust when it all started I am not sure. However the feelings I am having are strong and I don’t seem to be able to control them. To tell the truth I am not so sure I want to control them. For the past few weeks I have gotten some kind of strange thrill out of what I am thinking and in a perverse way I am loving. They had barely finished before Simone reappeared wearing a light cotton sun dress short enough to display her long athletic legs to good advantage.Whilst they ate Steve was constantly aware of a tension in the air. Once again Greg and Simone kept exchanging glances in some unspoken conversation and all the while Simone looked nervously excited. She barely pecked at her food but was quick to empty her wine glass. Meanwhile it was Greg who made most of the small talk but he too seemed a little. Katie turned to Melinda. "When you kissed me, I thought I was going to die. All I could hear in my head was my mother's voice shrieking at me, 'Katelyn, what are you doing? You're not supposed to be kissing other girls. Lesbians end up in Hell.' I didn't want to like it at first. I was afraid." Of what?" Melinda asked."That I'd like it too much," Katie replied."Did you? Like it, too much, I mean?" I probably liked it too much for my mother." Enough to try it again?" Melinda leaned in.Unlike. Reg was in the farmhouse living room, chatting with Charles, while the two daughters listened politely to the dialogue, then the pair gradually lost interest and wandered off to find another conversation more of interest to girls. Reg was quizzing Charles about the difference in how farming here differed from what his nephew did.Charles Robson explained, “Part of it is down to the type of soil, which is dependent on the underlying geology. You may have a soil which is primarily clay, or.