" His duplicate answered."Yeah, now that you mention it, I am pretty sexy. All that working out really paid off. I haven't paid much attention to it u...til I got to see my own body through you." George said."I know what you mean. This is way different from using a mirror. I see myself very differently now." George's duplicate said.George smiled, and raised an eyebrow. "How so?" His duplicate scanning George. "Well, I see myself as sexy for one, and I see some qualities my body has that I'd never. My god you are delicious. Your hands are all over me, exploring my body. I love it. I can feel that rock hard cock straining against your jeans, demanding satisfaction. I am more than happy to oblige. I run my hand along the length of you as I reach to unleash the pleasure you have waiting for me. I fumble with your fly, but within seconds my hand is stroking you. I gasp at how big you are, and wetness pools between my thighs as I imagine you taking me here and now. But not yet.I pull away from. It was something I always heard girls say they wanted, but which was never really my experience. I had no issue getting to first and second base but never quite made a home run.To be honest I was the cliche hapless lover you see in rom-com films. I always came second… which may as well be last.The year was 2009 six months before I met the woman who would eventually become my wife. Who, by the way, I have never told this story to - not in any great detail anyway.At the time I was a twenty one. And pass our time by chit chatting and joking with other. Like this our 1yr has been passed. Now these days I see my bhabi get tensed always Now She anger with me when ever I make joke. One Days She get anger and start crying At this time I ask the reason why she crying she told me please don’t talk to me now her mood is not ok . I again ask her why she so sad. She did not reply. The third time I ask her if I am her friend she share her problem Perhaps I will solve her problem. She sad I can’t.