“Was it all a dream?” he heard himself asking.In an attempt to recover, he lifted his head from the pillow, but the aching and pounding defeated t...e simple act. He lay his head down just as quickly. The night went by like a taxi cab speeding down Second Avenue. He slept for a few hours more.He knew nothing of the hour. He awoke later reaching across the bed. The stillness of the bedroom offered no response. He urinated in the bathroom, and yet he could not hear a sound, save for the splashing. Main unke barah mein sochta hua so gaya, subah 7.30 baje dudhwalan ne ghanti bajai toh main utha aur darwaja kholne gaya toh dekha toh aarti babhi saame apne ghar k darwaze par khadi thi unho ne mujhe dekha toh aawaz de kar mujhe kaha ki nashta unke ghar par aa kar karu maine bhi haa kar dee aur andar chala gaya aur phir mein naha kar taiyaar ho kar unke ghar nashta karne chala gaya,Jab maine unke ghar ki ghanti bajai toh koi bahar nahi aaya phir maine aur ghanti bajai toh thodi der baad. After several more stops, the already crowded bus was becoming more like a college fraternity prank as more people got on and I found myself crushed between two pretty young girls in their bikinis, one dark haired with large breasts and the other, a blond sporting a tiny orange bikini beneath a see-through cover-up. I was honed and tanned from working construction and a week’s vacation in the surf. The young women, smelling sweetly of oil and girl sweat, eyed me appreciatively and murmured. Or aik main , mara rang be sab ki tarha saaf tha or age 18 thi behan say 6 saal chhota tha or smart look tha . yah hum log thay .( jo dost jaldi main hain wo koi or story read kar lay qu kay yah story kafie slow hai ) don,t mind thanks .Friday ko subha subha hum sab ready hoay hum sab nay jeans or t shirts phanhi hoe thi . mom bhohat he phire lag rahi thi or jasay yahe mare behan hon , or maria didi ko dhaka to dhakhta he rah gaya . jean tight thi or un ki thighs or legs itnte sexy lag rahi thi.