But all the time her hands held mine reassuringly just like her eyes were fixed on mine.At last I got up, bent over the table, was painfully reminded ...f the fact that the rib wasn't yet healed but I couldn't have cared less. "I think ... no, I know I love you, Ann."I'll never forget the look on her face as she lifted her head, eyes blazing, lips open, inviting, promising so much, a new life, maybe? A whole love, for sure, and that was more than enough."I love..." I repeated just as Ann started. " I'd argued against it, saying I didn't need this particular experience. Then Laura had hit me with the deathblow to my argument, "Imagine yourself on your deathbed..." She always new she got me with that one and, "We can always leave if you feel uncomfortable." So I finally agreed, partly only to shut her up. She'd been preparing for days fixing our outfits, buying new makeup, getting us to the hair salon. And I'd let her have her fun. Now I kind of regretted it, being alone and lost in this. The show they watched was a comedy panel show about the week's news. They laughed themselves hoarse at the gags and jokes, slapping their thighs and falling onto each other.By the time their show was finished, it was fairly late and they went to the bedroom. They stripped off and climbed under the covers, cuddling each other close, enjoying the feel of their bodies pressed together gently.While they cuddled, their fingers softly danced over the other's skin, slowly moving up and down the sides. As some of you know, when you are high or drunk, you tend to be 100x hornier than you would have been sober – the animal within had only awaken.Everyone had gone to a party while I stayed back – I was antisocial during that phase. Still growing you know? I was left with Nasrin and the other maidservants in the house. It was only that day I realized how much this object (Nasrin) was fuck-able. I made no waste of time and began devising a scheme of how I was going to nail this bitch. I had.