As Indian parents have the habit of giving the Key to the neighbours before leaving, my parents also had done the same. They had handed over the key t... our neighbors, the Sharmas. They had a 23-year-old daughter Palak who was very cute. As she was my neighbour since childhood, I had always dreamt of being her boyfriend but she was dating another guy.That day when I visited her place for getting the key, she was all alone too. Her parents had gone to visit their relatives. She had big boobies. ., that's a secret." "Whadda ya mean, a secret?" "I really don't want to say." I'm trying to think of who she could be doing this with (it does take two, even I knew that). She hasn't been with any boy at school that I'd noticed. And I would have noticed. Damn, who is she screwing?"How'd it happen?" "I can't tell you that, either. But I can tell you that having a guy's dick in you is way better than the best dildo you'll ever have. God, its sexy."Who could this be? She hasn't mentioned any. You can't win the game if you can't play it. We were told to be ready for the first game of the season in one week. The season opener was at North Whitley, so maybe no one would come and our humiliation wouldn't be seen.Thanksgiving morning, I shook off my blues and put on my chef's coat. Well, figuratively speaking. I loaded my cooking supplies in the car and Dad let me drive as we went to join 'our' girlfriends in Kokomo for the weekend. Bill already had the turkey in the oven when we. I turned my attention to the closet where I pulled out one of Erika'sshort flimsy dressing robes. I chose the white one, which was a bitplain, with three-quarter length arms and a modest amount of lace alongthe hem and neckline. Tying it securely around my waist, I sat backdown to get on with my business. Crossing my legs in distinctlyfeminine style, with my feet tucked back under my lap just a bit, Ileaned forward and pulled myself to the mirror.Putting on my nail polish was one of my very.