Why do we have to hide them?Why are we afraid to try them?Why is it so hard to say out loud?The words that we hear inside." Watching you dance, anothe...r guy in your arms,It's Impossible to be more alone.But I pick myself up, and try to stand tall,Besides, who cares if I moan and I groan." Hidden feelings. Why do we have to hide them?Why are we afraid to try them?Why is it so hard to say out loud?The words that we hear inside." We grew up together, laughing at games that children play.Together,. Badi ka na Simpi or dusri ko Dimple bulate h. Dono hi dkhne me gori h or figure b dono ka accha hai pr dimple ka figure bahut maintained rhta tha. Mere jitne b dost the jo wahi pe rhte the sbko pata tha ki dono hi chalu ladkiya h kyuki mai to bahar hi rhta tha kbi kbi ghr aata tha phone pe bat krte hue to mai b dekhta tha unhe. Shaam k tym hm badminton b khelte the muje bada accha lgta tha jb dimple bhag bhag k shuttle Marti thi uske boobs hilte the mai unhe hilane k liye use khoob daudata tha. And held. It took a little while before she tentatively opened her lips and poked out her tongue, like Phil the groundhog, testing the area for sunlight or shadow. My mouth opened instinctively to accept the probe and to allow my own tongue to join the duel, the exploration for each other's tonsils.My hand pulled the belt of my robe, allowing it to fall open, though the pressure of her body against me held it mostly in place. Her chest pressed against my own, what I judged to be 32A's no match. "I sold the company," I told her."Hardacres?" she asked."Barnestone colliery, Barnestone estates, Hardacres and The Hall." I explained, "I came home to tell you." Sold, is there anything left, after debts I mean," she asked earnestly."Nothing much, a house in Leeds." I told her."Thank god, I've been so worried!" she said."Yes, it looks like it!" I agreed."I thought you might, you know, like Duffy Harrington." she said."Top myself!" I snorted, "No!" we had stopped now, I let her sit on the grass.