And anyway, her friend, and these were her friends then, and I was new to the group, her friend had made the admission of his life and maybe he'd like...her support. Well, the argument sort of grew from there to the name calling stage, and I fear china may have been thrown. Hey, us gay girls can have a temper too.) Monday 19th July.I've got up at 5:30 so I can write this entry before work. I have to write it all down before I forget.I lay around my room until one in the afternoon, wondering if. She always used to send her servant for serving the hot food to me and i was really impressed the way pooja is taking care of all these things. Every thing was going on well when suddenly i got a call from pooja that due to illness of their close relative in delhi, she is taking a flight for delhi with her inlaws today and really felt sorry that she would not be able to take care of my dinners any more till she comes back after 5 days. I said its not at all a probelem on the other hand i really. Several of my girl friends had brothers and perpetual World War three always seemed to be in progress. They continually asked me how my brother and I got on so well. I normally shrugged my shoulders in reply. Truthfully, I didn't know. There just didn't seem to be any reason to fight. Besides, I kind of liked having him around. I enjoyed his company and he appeared to enjoy mine.It was a sunny Saturday in June. Our parents were out for the day shopping in the city thirty odd miles away. I was. ‘You might have said.’ She made no reply, no apology, no explanation. She’d said all she was going to, so take it or leave it. She unzipped my trousers. I was naked underneath and that seemed to get her a bit fired up because she pushed the pants down and dropped to her knees as she did so, placing her mouth firmly on my mound and planting delicate kisses around my trimmed hair. Her fingers ran over the flesh of my buttocks and thighs and her tongue danced between my lips. My trousers came off.