Me: “Whom did you get the number from, we never exchanged”Vibha: “I got it from Masi…sorry should have asked directly from you”Me: “I don�...��t like this kind of behavior…” I zapped.Vibha: “Ok Baba….ab bacchi ki jaan loge kya” and she giggledSomehow i took that giggling to my liking. We connected. I told her i will pick her up from the house in the evening. I reached her home. Her husband i.e. my cousin Vikas was also there. I met him, only realizing that the difference between them was beyond. And she felt different as she walked. Something about how she moved. And she had taken some time with her makeup. Maybe it was all these things that they responded to. Anyway she liked the attention. Her cello lesson went well; all the time she was wondering about Reina's meeting with her uncle. That night she tried calling, but Reina's line was busy. And all the next day she couldn't find her in school. The day just flew by. She had to be at her uncle's by four. That meant catching a bus right. Perhaps this would be the time that the tall, handsome knight would enter her nether regions in sinful pursuit of her much tighter alternate entry. It was too much to hope for in her feminine opinion because he was fairly one-tracked in his copulatory endeavors using the standard “missionary” position to satisfy his partners at all times. Still, it was nice to contemplate at times when her adventurous backside longed for more action of the carnal category on a cold winter’s night.Before Sir. I’m just ordinary and boring. I…oh…Jesus!” I was trying to keep giving her compliments, tell her how beautiful she was, how I was falling for her, how I had never been with anyone like this before. Everything about this was a shock for me. “Oh God, I just wish I could feel it. You know? Like, what does it feel like to put a real cock inside? I’d like to feel that. God, I love your pussy. I love it,” the last part came out more as a silent whisper, almost as if she were talking to herself. Then.