Tabhi mere haath uske boobs se touch hone lage mujhe maza aane laga aur mein use aise hi sikhata raha.Thodi der baad who mujhse alag ho gayi aur ham n...ormal ho gaye.Tabhi usne poocha ki tumne abhi tak fees ke bare mein to bataya hi nahi to meine kaha ki uski jaroorat nahi hai bas tum meri help kar do ek matter mein to usne kaha kya.Meine us se kaha ki kya tum mere saath sex karma pasand karogi to who sann rah gayi aur boli mein sochke bataungi tabhi meine kaha ki abhi batao aur who boli kisi ko. How I missed making love to her, and all the little things that came with it. That part of my life was now over and even though I wanted to go back to it, I knew that I never could. These thoughts clouded my mind as I saw the last rays of light dipping below the horizon and I sat in the twilight, lonely and with a yearning for the fulfillment that only a woman can satisfy. I was startled when I heard a woman’s voice behind me. I turned my head and there stood Angela with a bottle of Jack. Her mother had died when Gail was a baby. Her father was all she had. John had raised his only daughter to be strong and confident. He molded her into his perfect woman. He knew it was wrong, but he fell in love with his sweet daughter, and oddly enough, Gail fell in love with her father. The years they spent as lovers would be known as the golden years. But the outside world was coming too close to discovering the truth. ''After last night, and what we did, Gail, honey, how can you ask me to. I sent flowers to her and left a few messages on her recorder, but never heard from her again. To my boys I was a legend, and they even invented an inside joke term, CORNPETER, which was thrown around by the fellas for a year or so. But I always felt bad about the bragging. I learned a lesson on humility. In ending, I sometimes wonder what became of her. Did she become a sex addict? A nympho? Maybe even turned lesbian? But the real question that haunts me is....who the fuck found that shit.