.. Back home.But I wasn’t home. It still doesn’t really feel like home, even though I’ve been here for a while now. But I don’t have any other... home anymore, so... Sorry.I had problems at the start of the year. A few girls got mad at me. Maybe more than a few... I never flirted with any boys here. Well, maybe I tried a little when I first moved. Okay, I tried a lot, but it never really felt right, and I didn’t go on a single date.I hate it when people call me a slut.These other girls were all. .Me ik dafa phr hazar ho apni story k sht ye is story ka 3 part ha jo k baht darda nak ha ku k is me gand ki sel totany ka par0mis ho gaPhlye part me mjye baht acha response mila jis ny mjye agresive kia k me sub kuch btao jo bki b ha thank you so much to response my story + agr koi anuty ya larki merye sy satisfy hna chahti ha to contct me and my f.B uzar name is ah2221N0w story par ata ho meri chache(naseem) jo meri rakhel bn chuki the jis k bo0bs ka size 36 or rang sawla tha uuufff me fida. Occasionally I lay back for a brief rest, and made sure my legs were wide apart as I did so. Then, full of daring and feeling highly exhibitionist I went for the ultimate thrill for him – I began to remove my knickers. For this I kept my legs together, making for more of a tease, and gradually pulled them down my legs. Once they were off, I sat with my knees together and my feet towards the spy-hole in the curtains. Then the piece de resistance – I let my thighs open, my knees part and I leant. .at first I thought it was a dragon fly...but it was blurred. Whenevr i tried to look directly at it my eyes couldn't focus on the strange flying thing. a vague light shimmered and sprakled from it as it hovered just before my face, rising and dipping rhythmically in the air. The smell of flowers wafted into my nostrils and I almost sneezed. What the fuck was this thing? Distant strains of lilting pipe music seemed to come from nowhere, always at the edges of my senses. I was dazed, mesmerised.