Two days passed and nothing happened and the same boring life routine emerged again into my life. No mater where ever you are it is your fault for not...doing anything you want! I always thought it is because of my country. No i is always because of me. I am so tired of that and went to my room early.As I approach my room, I hear a little moaning sound from inside. May be Archana was doing something exicitng which made my pussy to wet all my panties. I grabbed my keys and opened the door without. The noise of the crowd seemed to double. Faces jeered and laughed. Fingers pointed. I stood dripping in the middle, my head down. My body trembled. I couldn’t tell whether I was shaking because of being wet or cold or angry or upset or whatever. The jeering seemed so loud that I was deafened by it. I could feel the cold in my feet as the water soaked my shoes. My wet clothes were cold and clammy and sticking to my skin. I felt horrible from the wet. I felt horrible from the jeering laughter. I. She knew it was wrong so she was alert in front of my parents and never misbehaved but when they were not present she used to explode and display her assets And completely ignore my presence and she had fun doing that. She used wrap around the towel and come out of her bathroom and have casual discussions with me without dressing up. She used adjust her towel as it loosened as we spoke and she used to enjoy with sarcastic smiles as I was trying to look away in those moments of embarrassment but. "Amy, I think I'm in love with someone that I simply cannot have. She's the most beautiful woman in the world. She has the perfect eyes that just melt your soul, the most flattering figure. To sum up, she's the definition of beauty. I can't stop thinking about her. Everytime she walks into the room, I feel complete, I feel butterflies, I feel excited..." "Oh love, you are in a complete pickle aren't you? No-one else knows this, but I have felt that way about a woman before... I completely.