My first love.” He put the can to his lips and took a sip. “Yes, your first love. But not the last.” “How would you know?” “Because that�...�s how things work. You fall in love. You get your heart broken. You fall in love again.” “But why?” I asked him. “Why does it have to be like that?” “Because life’s not a fairytale, Steve. It’s about loss.” He looked at me with sad eyes. There was no pity in them, only genuine sadness for my sake and concern. “You have to get on with your life,” Thomas told. I gave her a questioning look.She sighed, deep and heavy. "Okay. I'm sorry. This is all my fault. I should have been more honest with you." This is not my first time dressing up. I guess you probably guessed that by now. I've been dressing up for years. Since grade school. Usually in secret. On weekends, when you go home, I get dressed up. And until this summer, that was all I did."Another sigh."I got lonely this summer, when you were gone. And I'd fantasized about being with a man. . I reacted aggressive, a slap fell on her face and she weeped loudly, but only un till I slapped her again. I asked her to follow me to the bedroom. She quietly came behind me to the room. I sat on the corner of the bed and asked to stand before me. Then i asked her to remove the pallu of her saree and come closer to me. The very next moment. moms big breasts were millimeters ahead of me. Her blouse was at its extreme limit like an elastic because of her double. I asked to remove the blouse. It might surprise you just how sensual and exciting something as simple as that can turn out to be."Just from what I was seeing, and imagining now ... I had no reason to doubt her claim."As a matter of fact, we're planning on having a party this weekend. I do hope you'll give some thought to coming over and attending."I'd have to think about that, and told her so. "Perhaps after I hear a bit more about it," I explained. "Being new to all this and all," I said looking down at myself, standing.