Omg….Nisha…meri sagi behan neha hi thi….Ham dono ne 2 mint ek dusre se muh fer kar rakha tha….Sara romantic mahol ek sannate me badal gaya…f...r maine kaha…neha tum ye sab kya ho gaya…Neha – haa bhaiyya I m very sorry but mujhe nahi pata tha…ki…Mai – I m sorry you neha….Maine neha ki tarf dekha…wo nazare niche kar ke sharm se lal ho chuki thi…maine neha ka face upar kiya aur use smile dete huye bade pyar se dekha…neha ne bhi mujhe pyar bhari nazro se dekha…mai – neha ab jo huwa jane do…bus ab is. Last weekend. It was on a Friday afternoon and the shipping clerk asked if I would like to come home with him and have a nice home cooked meal with him and his wife. He was an average white guy probably in his 50s, overweight with a big belly and I knew what he probably had in mind but I had been on the road for a couple of weeks and a home cooked meal sounded great and the other possibilities didn't sound bad either. On the way to his house we made small talk and I asked him how long him and. I was wearing a very small, very daringly cut bikini. But after all, what WAS I going to wear on the summer beach, my lace-up boots and the overalls I wore when metal-sculpting? I'm butch, but I'm also a woman.I squirmed against the chair propping me up. Regardless of what happened, or didn't happen, this little vacation was just what the doctor ordered. I had been working pretty much non-stop for over a year. I hadn't been dating, not for real. Oh, occasionally I had hit the lesbian clubs in. Oh, hell, I don’t know what I mean. Do you think you’re really guiding me?”“I’m not absolutely positive, of course. I mean, it probably wouldn’t stand up to the scientific method, but I think we’ve been communicating, at least when we make love.”Morales absently touched his lips to hers, his mind obviously locked on what she had said. Abruptly, he began to chuckle, and that morphed into laughter.“What?” she asked, giggling because of his laughter.Managing to sit his almost-empty cup down,.