Unke yaha 2 rooms hai.ek mai bhai-bhabhi soye aur dusre mai aur meri bhatiji sone chale gaye.meri bhatiji ka naam piya hai.wo change karke t-shirt or ...horts phen kar aai aur mai sirf underwear mai leta tha.aur hum dono baat karne lag gaye.baat karte karte usne mere chest pe sar rakh diya aur mujhse chipak kar late gayi.aur mai bhi fir usse chipak gaya…fir maine dhire se use upar uthaya aur apne samne litaya.wo phir mujhse chipak gai.maine use ek kiss ki choti si aur usne mujhe return kiss. I stopped and apologized saying I couldn’t control my urge. She said its ok as she can understand my age and said she wont tell anybody about it. But then I couldn’t get her out of my mind. Slowly we became good friends, started sharing chats about personal life. I used to show her porn in my cell phone nokia 6600. She used to enjoy it.Then unfortunately I met an accident in which my hand was fractured. Since it was plastered I couldn’t go out and get new porn stock. Also I needed somebody to. Double penetration, intimacy during a woman’s time of the month, and more.Although we saw each other 2-3 times every weekend for over four months, and I really was developing intense feelings for her, I never once heard her tell me she loved me or cared for me. There was a detachment, a disconnect.Sure, the tenderness was there, the quietness that occurred after gentle love-making or in the early morning when we first woke up. I became aware of her cycle, regular like the tides and moon, sure. After a little coxing, she told all about her drunk husband. As she told her story she almost leaned into my arms weeping. So I rested her head on my chest and softly put my hands on her arms like everybody does to console somebody.Soon, her arms were across my shoulders and she placed her palm on my chest as she narrated her story. I can’t say when but we just started kissing eachother within a few mins. Soon, she was all over me and started caressing my black-rose which was hidden in my.