That was enough though for me towant to see more of her. There was something about her that drew me in. Something that made me want to see her happy.... I didn't know then that itwas a desire to please her.The only thing that held me back that kept me from aproaching her, otherthan my amazing shyness, was the men. They seemed to stop by on a fairlyuniformed basis. Every few days one would escort her home, stay for acouple of hours, then be gone by morning at the latest. The frequency ofvisits. "Yeah why wouldn't I," I said although there was something not soconvincing in the tone of my voice."So how long do you plan to keep this up?" she asked."As long as I need to, till George is better," I said."And has it worked you being a girl?" she asked."Yeah it has a bit, the drinking during the week has stopped, he stillgoes out with that bitch Amanda at the weekend and she leads him astray,"I said."You don't like her?" No not a bit, she's not interested in Melissa, she just wants George. Ab me shela ke awaj me likh rah hun.janti ho beena maine apne bhabhi se puch tha ki mardo ka kintna bada hota hai, to bhabhi ne kaha ki tere bhaiya ka 5″ ka hai aur sabhi ka 5-6 inch tak hi hota hai.maine phir bhabhi se pucha ki usse dard hota hoga, to bhabhi ne kaha ki na ke brabar.beena jab me sej per baithi thi to me yahi sab shoch rahi thi. Thabi tumhare(beena ke)bhaiya aye. Unhone pahle doodh piya phir mujhe chumne lage me bhi excited ho gayi.ab unhone apni lungi me se lund nikala jo 6. Again Dean paused just inside the door. The room appeared to be larger than his and Sylvia’s apartment. The king-size bed had a padded headboard that extended up to the ceiling. Opposite the bed was a fireplace flanked by two short sofas, each with its own coffee table. There were a couple of other chairs of different styles, small tables holding lamps, a desk and chair.Other decorative chests and consoles were against the walls around the room. The entire room and its furnishings exhibited.