Finally, shortly after lunch, I went home to get ready for my son to come home.After straightening the house I took a long, soaking bath and shaved my...legs, my underarms, and trimmed my pussy. After applying lotion all over my body I redid my makeup and hair and put on what I thought was the sexiest bra and panty set that I had. I tried on several different clothes, but none seemed to be exactly right. Finally, I decided to lose the bra and, since it was still warm outside, put on a short. I picked it up, and saw the caller ID: Aiden. I answered, but he had already hung up. He's not really the patient type of guy. About 10 seconds after the 'fake call', Aiden sent a text message: ''Hey, Jes. R U working 2nite? I was thinking about goin 2 the french eat with girls''. Goin 2 the french eat with girls? Yeah, right. Nobody understands that, Aiden. Though I knew he was probably talking about the knew french restaurant, I chose to ignore the text for the moment and concentrate on. Meri behen: Boliye.Unkown: Tujhe aj dard toh nahi hua na?Meri behen: Bahut hua aap aram se nahi karte pine ke baad.Unkown: Toh tabhi tujhe bolta hun tu bhi pii liya kar dard kam hoga fir tujhe.Meri behen: Mujhe ghar bhi aana hota hai na.Unkown: Acha apne boobs ki pic bhej na.Meri behen: Ruko.Fir aage jo dekha usse dekh kar mere hosh ud gaye aur ajeeb feel hua. Meri behen ne 10-15 pics bheji hue thi. Apne boobs badate hue, nipple to pinch karte hue aur bra mein. Sabse badi baat yeh thi ki sab. There's not much modesty backstage at a runway show. I had a couple of affairs with girls when I was 17 and then was afraid that I was turning into a lesbian. In spite of all the information available, and even Jack's assurances that it was natural to be attracted to such beautiful people and for them to be attracted to me, I set out to prove I wasn't a lesbian.After I turned 18, I started going through the door between our rooms. Jack was reluctant, but not to the point of pushing me away. I.