Mera sara sharir uski body pr tha.main uski sexy baaten sun raha tha.main shot maare ja raha tha.bheech-bjeech mein ruk jata…fir shuru ho jata.usne ...ujhe kai kisse sunaye..Ab wo chut maein dalwana chahti thi.maine usko palat kr chut mein daal diya.shot lgatar maar raha tha.wo kafi der baad jhad gai…lund ab bhi uski chut mein ths.Meeta-yaar mujhe to neend aane lagi hai.agar raat ko mood ban jaye to tum chut chod sakte ho…mera jagne ka wait mat krna..Wo baaten karti krrti so gai.main tv dekhne. I'm a 20-year-old virgin!"I sighed with relief. Is that all that was going on here? "Patti, there's nothing wrong with that! Lots of girls your age are still virgins. Maybe they're in the minority, but it's not -- abnormal or anything!" Yeah, but. --I am abnormal!" she said, starting to cry all over again."Patti. C'mon, you know better than that! I'll bet you have girls in your dorm -- other girls on your softball team -- who are your age and who are still virgins! It's no biggie!" No, you. We can talk and stuff. I know you'd like to lay down, at least." That does sound good. "Yeah," I concede, closing the computer. When we get upstairs, I've just finished changing into sweats and a T-shirt when my wife grabs her shopping bags, says something I don't catch about needing to change, and bustles off into the bathroom. Women. I shall never understand them. As I'm lying there in bed setting my alarm (want to wake up early tomorrow and call my folks), I hear a knock on the door. "Hey. I was upstairs when I rememberd about the discs and ran back to fetch them. I just suspected that they were nothing more than boroing old home movies transfered over onto dvd and gave them little thought until later in the evening whne I was sitting in bed surfing through the tv channels looking for something of any interest and finally turned of the tv and tossed the remote control aside. I spotted the discs on my dresser where I had just dropped them earlier. I switched on my laptop and.