Girls, Bhabhis, Aunties and Guys close the doors, strip all your clothes and girls take out your dildos as the incident will make you guys wet and hor...y. The main character of story is Megha…. She is an avid ISS reader and after reading my story she wanted to have an intimate encounter with me. She emailed me praising my sexual literature and I was humbled. Soon we began chatting and from day one our chats were sexual.Upon inquiring I found out she was a lesbian and she and her friend Niharika. When it was over, they felt locked into each other, and only able to recover by breathing deeply and letting their minds go completely blank. Actually, they had covered some ground. Their movements alone had taken their sleeping bags the full ten feet between the fire and the edge of the wood, so that when they looked up, they saw they were nestled against the side of a mighty oak, its own shaft rising proudly for scores of feet above them. The rest of the trees were pine so that the ground was. Me: but so much blood.Maa: see I will explain to you.Every month we have MC (menstrual cycle) and first five days we have heavy blood flow from our private part so it’s normal. I said “private part” with exclamation. She said yes beta. I said show me. After thinking for some time she showed me her womanhood I was like my eyes popped out from my skull. She said see all blood is coming from here. I asked maa where is yours. She is like what yours. From where I pee you don’t have that thing. She. So I figured that’s what ‘years’ meant.” John argued. “Not that you went back into the past sixteen years ago. How did you get back? If you can only move two days at a time, how did you get back to the present?”“I lived each day.” A tear fell from one eye. “Whenever I could, I would jump forward by the two days I can. But mostly I traveled through time at the same rate you do: day by day, hour by hour. Years where all I could do was think about how hard your life was. How I wished I could.