We were best of friends and used to share everything.Due to our friendship, our families were also too close. We were like brothers. One day after col...lege, it was the result of this entrance exam that we both gave. But I couldn’t find Kunal anywhere. His phone was also switched off. So, I enquired about him with his girlfriend, but he wasn’t with her either.I thought he might be at his home and went to his home. He wasn’t in his room, so I looked for his mother. I stood outside his parents’. Jab wo pani dene ke liye jhuki uska cleavage pura dikh rha tha usne mujhe pakad liya clevage dekhte hue aur boli yeh sb tumhara hi hai wait kro darling. Sham ka tym tha usne bola kya loge maine bola chut. Usne bola majak mat kro main ouch rhi hu tea coffee ya. Fir kuch aur maine bola meri jaan kuch aur hi le aoo fir wo fridge main se beer le agi aur hum hum dono beer oene lge.Beer pete pete maine apna hath uski thighs pe rakh diya. Aur sahlane laga wo v mast ho rhi jab humari ek beer khatam hui. I drew the line, though she persisted. "Not even a bodyperm, then? It'd hardly show!" Eventually she let it drop. So only a year or two after our marriage, well-settled into ourhome and our work, I'd pretty much become my wife's secretgirlfriend as she wished. It didn't threaten my masculinity any. I was a man when we went out as young couples do, or we had friendsover, or went to concerts and sporting events, and so on. But athome it was fun pretending I was a girl like her, one of. Dropped my jeans stepped in the shower turned on the hot water then the cold and washed the cum sent off along with 2 days of sweat and grime. I even used some shampoo to wash my greasy hair, it felt so good getting clean. Then it dawned on me I didn’t have any clean clothes, to late to worry about that now. I smiled as I grabbed the only towel knowing Joyce would be pissed. I decided to slip on my jeans and nothing else, go find aunt Marie and ask if she was through with my overalls’ put on my.