“It’s ok, didi gave me this dress of hers” arti replied.I went to my room and kept on thinking about that encounter.He smells her touch gave a h...ard on.I wanted her, my dick had decided.Well, she was done with her work and while she was leaving home.I handed her 100 bucks and told her please don’t mention this incident ever.She said “I understand, and smile as she knew the 100 rupee bill.I understood, she needs money and is ok with my profession. Next day I came back home, I was looking for arti. After giving a whole-hearted sucking, she pulled back her face and gave me a smile. I smiled back. I didn’t realized that while she was smiling her hand covertly reached below my waist and in between my legs, until she rubbed her hand there with a smooth motion.WHAT WAS HAPPENING? HONESTLY I DIDN’T WANT TO THINK ABOUT IT!Bhabhi got up from my thighs and went back a little. She then held my pink pyjama from the waist and pulled it towards here. With a quick motion, it came off. Suddenly after. That sounded romantic. You're a really good boyfriend...you knowthat?" she said."I try to be," I said."You'll make a better girlfriend," the voice in my head said.Once again I found myself wondering whether I should send myself to themental asylum."You're not schizo," it said after a pause."What do you mean?" I asked it."Like I said, I am you, you are me," it replied."I don't know what that means!" I said in my head, sounding internallylike a shout."You're a transsexual...and I'm the metaphor. Afterwards, I showered, and returned, my hair wrapped in a towel, wearing a robe, to find Greta still dressed in jeans and tee shirt, nervously drumming her fingernails on the bedside table. ‘You can take a shower, Greta, now, if you want,’ I said. ‘But I don’t have a nightdress,’ she blurted. I laughed, and threw her one of my silk slips from a drawer. She smiled gratefully, and went into the bathroom, while I set about drying my hair. She took her time, and when she came back, her hair was.