“Did you use a tactile method, ever, really?”“Yes, sometimes. Usually at a party when everyone was drunk, though.”Here, take my finger and tel...l me how big you think my cock is.” He leered at her.“Shhhh, be quiet.”They turned out the light.She took his index finger and pretended to be in deep thought. “Hmmm, I would say, in my professional opinion ... about ... seven ... and a half, she took his finger in two hands and carefully examined it.“A little more, actually.”“I said we didn’t believe the. He placed one of his fingers inside Malathy’s lovely kundi and stimulated her kundi hole with his index finger. This put Malathy in further ecstacy. Something which she didn’t get it even from her husband. As he kept slowly fucking Malathy the moans of Malathy grew deeper. But Vicky continued with the same pace by keeping his one finger inside Malathy’s kundi.It felt warm and soft. He kept circling his index finger inside her kundi and it excited Malathy even more. As he continued with this. ’ She stopped suddenly, a look of shock on her face. For a brief moment I wondered if I should have kept quiet, but I wanted, no, I NEEDED her to know at long last. ‘You’re kidding right?’ She said finally. ‘No.’ I shook my head. ‘I’m serious. At school I could never tell you how I felt, thatwas how all those ridiculous conversations came about.’ ‘If that’s the truth…?’ ‘It is.’ ‘…Then why wait until now to tell me? You’ve been getting famous for a while now.’ ‘I told you, at school I couldn’t. Andy scurried all over the apt to find it but with no luck. Then the realization set in. "the bracelet doesn't exist because, oh god I never existed" he gasped. "oh christ, I've?always been Katie" he blurted. He remembered the baby pictures on the wall, the photos of him as a little girl. It was as if Andy never existed. Andy was now a woman without the memories of her life. He again pulled out photo albums without any luck and stopped when he passed by the fridge. It was a picture of a man.