Made sure I got home early for some self-examination. Indian sex I opened them again…thought of all this…his hundred hands hadn’t gotten at my waist…he might have made me come! What breasts meant we weren’t sure but we were sure they meant something n.i.c.e. Now he was massaging my bottom…spanking me again as I moved against his hand. As I was developing, I naturally admired my breasts…my early self-examinations…and checked them out without end…each curve and shape as they grew…the folds, tried different bras, checked the nipples which were sensitive and responsive…and here was this guy with one hundred hands exploring…it was different than self-examination…my nipples were hard before he grabbed…and I turned at him when he was there…his mouth on mine…”You are a little tease,” he said. …”I’ve watched you parading around for us…” Maybe I had and he was all over me…”Stop this” I said and sat up and he pushed me down…”Let me go,” I squirmed in his hands and he let me up and I went home…pulling my blouse down, my dress up, straightening my bra straps…he had gotten me…the bastard…my face was red, my whole body was flushed, I stood in front of the mirror and looked myself over…feeling, exploring—two hands, ten fingers–not the rough hundred handed boy–I was still aflame with the moment, nipples hard and sensitive to my
