” Karen was getting frustrated with me and I thought that was funny, but I kept a straight face.“Ah, so Claire has a cunt and funbags just like yo...? That’s what the difference is?”“No Sir! Claire has a vagina and breasts! The boys have penises,” Karen replied firmly, sounding like she felt she’d put an end to this silly conversation.“I don’t think that’s it though. I think you’re just embarrassed at the idea of your children seeing you naked and aware of your own body in front of them. You’re. It was three floors high (fourth floor incomplete) and kind of small... equivalent of half a wing of my building. It seemed little more than just the frame with columns and slabs, with only about half the walls filled in with bricks. There were a couple of mounds of gravel on the outside, and some broken bricks lying around. I approached the concrete stairs very slowly.Looked around to see if there was someone like a caretaker there to ask me what I was doing. I had a story ready. I was going. Wo apni bahan ke pass ghumne aaye thi. Wo bahut smart hai. Ham sab gharwale sath baithkar khub bate karte the. Bhai ke pas bilkul samay nhi tha ki wo apni saali ko ghuma sake. Bhai ne muje kaha ki ise aaspass ke temple aur garden ghuma lao. Main apni bhatiji jo 9 saal ki thi use aur sunita ko lekar ghumne nikal gaya. Ham saara din ghumte rahe. Dophar ko ham garden me baithe the ki achanak garden me ek kone me ek couple baith kar ek doosre ko kiss kar raha tha. Meri nazare udhar gayee aur main. His father owned a yacht. His mother was a corporate president. The dude had dough. And he didn’t even seem to care. He had it all. He attended a great school. He had tons of money. He had a beautiful girlfriend. And last but not least, he was a handsome heterosexual white guy. I was a closeted brother just trying to get by. Forgive me for being envious. Sorry if that surprises you but I’m bisexual. It’s not something I go around telling people. My parents would have killed me if they knew.