I think you can be sorry to me if you do what I tell you to do.I looked at her, confused about whether she is trying to play hard or is she really ang...y.Amisha: Spend some time with me. You see I and Harsh moved in this society a year back. I hardly know anyone. I don’t mind a friend for some chit-chat like you boys do at the four-way.I nodded my head and we both walked to her house. Amisha’s house was just beautiful like her. I settled down on the sofa and she went inside to get us some. He sure wanted it to,but his mother gave no indication whatsoever of acknowledging thepast event and nothing further seemed imminent. He couldn't getout of his mind that at one point his mother had seemed particularlyturned on while watching him play with himself and had even toldhim that she too masturbated and had promised (did she actuallypromise??) that maybe one day she would let him watch her do it.Or was it really just a dream after all. Each time he came hefantasized what it would be. One day, he came home from school and heard her moaning. When he peeked into her bedroom, he saw a man on top of her. Little Johnny ran into his room, took off his clothes, threw himself on his bed, started stroking himself, and moaning, “Ohh, I need a bike! I need a bike!”Kid 1: “Hey, I bet you’re still a virgin.”Kid 2: “Yeah, I was a virgin until last night.”Kid 1: “As if.”Kid 2: “Yeah, just ask your sister.”Kid 1: “I don’t have a sister.”Kid 2: “You will in about nine months.”A lady goes to. My mind was not however inclined to join me. It still had visions of the lovely young woman with the seemingly perfect calves. My mind drifted off to thoughts of sweaty feet and sneakers. Socks getting soaked with delicious sweat. I soon found myself drooling over feet that I had not even had the pleasure of seeing. I felt a bit foolish.Again I tried to return to takings pics, when all of the sudden I heard the pitter patter of jogging feet approaching. With my camera still stuck to my right.