"I've never wanted to hate you," she confessed. "I said all those mean things to you because I was so insecure myself. I was just saying to you what m... mother said to me." I didn't know," tears fell down my cheeks."My father was okay but my mother disliked me so much because I was kinda pretty and she was so very fat. When my father wasn't around I got verbally abused by her all the time." Oh Martina, I'm so sorry." You turned your life around but I couldn't. I didn't even know how to try.". It is this gap between reality and fantasy, between what is and what might be or might have been which I find truly a source of endless fascination.Will the fucking of a particular girl be an anticlimax, I wonder? Will reality be but a pale imitation of the adventures of the mind? We accept these dreams with hardly any consideration, never questioning for a moment our right to be able to leave our bodies for a while whenever the mood takes us, but for some reason, as we progress from childhood. So, a few months back me and my girlfriend went for a weekend getaway to a hill station. A very calm cozy place to be.We booked our room, which was small but amazing with one wall made of glass and a beautiful view outside. It all started on the first morning. I woke up a bit early than my girl that day. I ordered some coffee for us and stared at my girl. OMG, I was unable to let my eyes off her.She was wearing one of my shirt and shorts. she was looking drop-dead gorgeous. Her white legs and. We had no other brothers or sisters, so over the years we became very close and she always called me a 'proper big brother', because I always looked out for her.'Where are mom and dad?' I asked as she jumped up from my lap to grab herself a coffee.While she stood at the counter, I noticed how short her school skirt was. I remembered loving girls that wore short skirts when I was in school. I also noticed that her legs were slender and, for a petite girl, very long too.'Is this fresh?' she.