I came out she had her bath.Mansi was sad , and made a big face.I soothed her , she did not calm down. In the evening during the play time , I felt li...ke peeing . I told her about that . She offered to come with me. We went to a bush . I started peeing , but she did not. She wanted to hold it while I was peeing.I denied. She ran away.After 2 days without conversation from either side , I went to console her during playtime . She was adamant about her demands. So I let her have her way. I felt. Plus, he was gorgeous. Essentially, he broke up with her. It wasn't that he didn't like her. Actually, he liked her a lot. The problem was, he didn't know what to do with her. Should he call her every night? Eat lunch with her every day? Trivial problems, but when you're a freshman, trivial problems are like catastrophes. He tried to act cool, and basically ended up ignoring her. Around October, she finally asked him. "Do you want to go out with me or not?"The answer wasn't yes, in fact it. Oh my God. It was amazing!My horny mallu neighbour aunty now opened the zip and my dick was pushing against my underwear. Aunty smelled my dick and started licking it before swallowing it as a whole. She had experience in this and I was still an amateur.Aunty was swirling my dick inside her mouth with her tongue and I would have almost moaned out loud! Then I pulled both our seats back and made the slutty aunty sit in a missionary position towards the backseat.Then I raised her pallu skirt. “DON’T CALL ME THAT! MY DADDY called me that. My daddy who always came home. My daddy who sent me gifts and letters from every port he visited. My daddy who called me every week. My daddy who always sent me birthday and Christmas presents. My daddy who always made me feel like the most special princess in the world. Even when mom came home and told me ‘you’ll never see your father again,’ I didn’t believe her. I waited for you. FOR YEARS I waited for you to call, or write, or come home. YOU.