What about..." "The friendship and blah blah blah. Listen, we'll always be friends. I think girls can kiss and more and it just be a nice extension o...f the friendship. I happen to like all that pillow fighting stuff. Now come here, I want to see if your skin feels as soft on my tongue as it looks. Because it looks like fucking butter to me." She shuddered. Her eyes glowed. Bedroom eyes. I was pleased that I had made her wet. She hesitantly leaned over and pressed her soft, full lips to mine. I. Pr ek bat hai mami v mujhe pasand karne lagi thi andar hi andar. Ha to mami ne puchha kya hua aj tum mere aage kichhe jyada dhek rahe ho kyo kuchu hua hai kya to maine kaha ki nahi mami bs aise hi dekh raha hun ki ap kitni sundar hai. Mami boli Dat kaisi bat kr raha hai main kaise sundar dikh sakti hun main to ab do bacho ki man hun. Maine mami dekhte galti se kaha mami apki chuttar pe ye til bahut achha lag raha hai mami socked ho gai mami boli tumhe kaise pata ki meri waha til hai. Main to sb. Goodness! Did I just say that?He laughed as if I had made a joke rather than a fool of myself. "I was going to say that they seem less inclined to judge an Indian man who is not a doctor or an IT professional."I looked down and fingered a lovely black sling back so that he wouldn't see the guilt on my face. I expected that he would judge me because I was Indian and instead I realised that in doing so I was judging him; not by his occupation but by his race. He was right though; many immigrant. He seemed to rouse enough to look at her. He mumbled, "I don't feel good." Let me get you to bed," she said."I need toilet," he said.She looked at the toilet. It was pretty obvious that he had vomited recently. She said, "Hold on, I'll be right back."She decided that if he wanted to stay in the bathroom that she'd at least try to make it comfortable. She went out and got the blanket off his bed. She put it on the floor next to him and helped him get onto it."You're sweating."She raced off to.