Just once I had my only ex-boyfriend kissed me. That was all about it for me.Before Kabir could make any move I said,”Kabir! Please no.” “What? ...I haven’t even done anything yet”, he replied. “I just look young Kabir, I am not. I know what you want. But I don’t want it.” I explained. He put an arm around me and pulled me closer very gently. I was shit scared by now.Our faces were facing each other and we’re separated by only a few centimeters. I looked into his deep blue eyes (yes! Blue eyes). He knew something had changed, all the feeling was different, warmer, tighter and wetter, a sharp change in direction, a pleasurable bending, somehow more natural, and an intense feeling of togetherness.He was scared to move, he did not want to loose this feeling, but his mother was moving, she gasped and was making little noises he had never heard her utter before, then there was a sense of overpowering dominance, she had reached for his hand and was brushing her nude breasts with it, he could. He was wearing a short, red vinyl, micro skirt and halter top over his falsie tits, a pair of thigh-high black patent stiletto heel boots, his pink collar and blonde wig with full makeup and lots of bling jewelry. He put his arms around Kim’s shoulders and wrapped one lag around hers, he opened his mouth, and as he looked at his father, he started to tongue kiss Kim. She returned the kisses and they wrapped themselves around each other, making out passionately as Ken satin his chair, helplessly. How is your headache? Debjani asked me.It’s OK now…I replied as I came back to my room. Debjani followed me almost immediately.Next morning When Debjani and I were sitting at breakfast table… Debjani still wearing the nighty and no under garments inside.Bappa was in Bathroom taking a bath.Suddenly he called Boudi (in front of me Bappa always called Debjani Boudi)…please give me a towel.Smiling.Debjani stood up…telling me your brother is still a kid. She took a towel to his room and I could hear.