Piche ghuma to dekha ki naina didi the me sharma gaya aur ankhe niche kar li. kyo ki unke ghar me aajse pahele kabhi aisa hua nahi tha me didi se bol ...e kya kar rahe ho didi? to wo boli tu sharma kyo raha hai?tera koi girlfriend nahi hai kya? Ab room me me aur didi he the baki sab jaa chuke the me didi ko meri taraf kichke unke hoton ko chumne laga (ye mera first time tha lekin blue flim dekh kar me sab sikh gaya tha) kuch der kissing ke baad meri iichha hua ki me didi ka boobs dekhu aur unko. ’ ‘Fuck off,’ she laughed. That night I dreamed about Ruth. I had just built a bookshelf for my den, and spent most of the evening organizing my books. Steinbeck. Salinger. No, Salinger comes before. Tartt. Hemingway. Some obscure books on Taoism. At first I dreamed about pages. The letters blurred, forming a braille. Braille swirls. Then the designs flew off the pages. When they hit the air, they became suspended, lightly floated in front of my face. I pushed them back with my hand. They. Ek bar hume baat karte karte puri raat ho gyi, and i started the topic of her boy friend, so she said ki uska koi boyfriend nahi hai, so i asked k kaisa boyfriend chahiye h tujhe, or uska jawab sunkar mai hairaan reh gya, ” she said ki agar aap mere bhai na hote to mere boyfriend hote ” us din se mujhe laga k she is also interested but vo sharma rahi hai accept karne me…Or mai usse or b jyada frank hokar baat karne laga us din k bad se, fir hum daily rat me chat kiya karte the or ye sab baate. Going home on my weekends gave them plenty of room and space and we barely saw each other. One day I got home from work pretty late at night. And with getting in so late I wanted to be quiet so I didn't wake up Katie or John so I silently opened the front door and quickly closed it behind me. When I looked up, my jaw dropped. There on the couch in front of me, John was sitting back with his eyes closed and Katie was bobbing her head up and down on his cock. My eyes were first attracted to.