The sound of light rain came through her open windows.It was Monday and I didn’t want to get out of bed. I didn’t want to work. I wanted to cuddle...with her all day and hide from the rain.Something felt different. I pondered it. It hit me. I didn’t have an erection. I wasn’t horny. Pure affection suffused me and it felt wonderful.For the next half hour, I didn’t move. One arm resting over the dip of her waist, my body cuddled to her back, my legs curled up against hers, I listened to the sound. Mujhe to pahle hi sex chadha hua tha. Aor meri himaat bhi badhi hui thi ki jab isne us uncle ko kuchh nahi kaha to mujhe kya kahegi. Maine bhi ye sochkar uski gand par hath phirana shuru kar diya. Usne ladki ne meri taraf dekha aor mujhe halki si smile di. Mujhe green signal mil gaya tha friends mujhe itna jyada maja aa raha tha ki bata nhi sakta main god se dua kar raha tha ki ye road khatam na ho aor main aise hi suki gand par apna hath phirata rahu.Tab tak bus ghanta ghar pahuch chuki thi. I guess I'm a tomboy.I work out and eat well and I would never be mistaken for glamorous. In fact, I don't like foo foo at all. I have a nice healthy look about me and I'm told I'm attractive. I'm not bragging. It's just a fact. I have an outgoing personality and it's real easy for me to meet people. Guys hit on me all the time and girls too, although I don't understand how they know I also like women.I'm pretty normal in almost every way except one: I don't like to be touched, so I don't have. On the radio next came the proud voice of a woman known as 'Recall Rita' She was a new, freshman Member of Congress from a district upstate from me. The man she'd replaced had become a slow-witted, forgetful stumble-bum that had lost the State several juicy infrstructure development contracts, and had been all over the net with his dick buried to the hilt inside of these strange, neo-whores.But 'Recall Rita' Potosi was after more than just his spot - she seemed to be the de facto leader of a.