My brother is the kind of man who irons his underwear and starches his undershirts. I am a stark contrast against his white-bread lifestyle with my ha...r colored various shades of patchy purple, facial piercings and blood red lipstick. At the same time I feel his unusual brand of pity on me, I also notice him fondling the small beaded necklace I made for him in high school. He asked me to make him something ‘hip’ and I laced gold, red and tan beads on string and he fell in love with it. Over ten. .. saying " do you really want to writhe around like that when I use the razor, as well??"... filling my hand with lotion, I coat your formerly hair covered cunny, then slowly so slowly shave your mound clean, leaving you as nude below your waist as you were as a child... pulling the hair on your head now into a ponytail, tying it back with a rubber band, you see me stand closer to you and slowly undress, dropping black jeans and shirt to reveal me standing in nothing at all... naked, not too. I am a regular follower of ISS at present , which leaded me to write this stories, and I will write them a series(you can see my upcoming stories) As every individual encounter to sex life before marriage( I hope so).And I found in ISS that so many people writes fake stories, even some are unbelievable.So, I myself decided after long thinking to share my stories with the viewers who can give review and suggestions to my stories without knowing who am I . As these are the secret stories which we. In fact I will be happier with her and you. Rest is for you to decide.Evening I hoped she will stay back and as per expectation she did not go back to Chennai. I got fresh as usual and had dinner and then we sat on the sofa together. She was tensed. Then suddenly she smiled. She said you are actually a nice guy and I like you a lot. I don’t understand how Priya can leave this and sit abroad for so long. Stupid girl. She was half laughing and half crying. It was time. I put my arm around her.