"Where's your mommy little boy?" Heather asked, looking around. Surely this boy's mother would be there to comfort him."She's not here." Oh. Well, is ...your daddy here?" No. They're never here." He slumped forward and started to sob. Heather's heart was pouring out to this child. She wanted desperately to put her arm around him and hold him close. Not sure what else to do, she put her hand on his back, giving him a reassuring pat. "Shh. It's okay. Those bullies are gone now."The boy's sobs. He was waiting for her to make the next move, either to reject him, or accept his unspoken suggestion. Unsure of herself, she leaned forward, her lips once more pressing against his. Almost of their own accord, her lips parted, giving his tongue entrance to her mouth.His arms tightened around her, no longer just holding her, but embracing her. She melted against her son's body, pressing close to his warmth. She trembled while his exploring tongue flicked over and under her own tongue, bringing. It was awful; I had never ever been touched by a man before, I was a very shy, innocent respectable 13 year old girl.I clamped my legs together tightly to try and stop him, but he forced his hand in between the top of my legs.Crying I shook my head madly I didn't want him to touch me there. The horrible old Arab was grinning at me, showing his disgusting teeth, he was such a revolting dirty old man. I could feel his fingers in between the top of my legs and slowly he started pushing the tip of. He asked Pranathi if she was okay for swap? She didn’t say anything but gave a sexy smile.Raghu turned on the music and played a slow song. He asked her to dance. I asked him ‘she will just dance?’ then he replied ‘you don’t want a normal dance? How about striptease?’ I shouted, “Hell yeah, but is she comfortable?”Raghu: Pranu, you want to? Strip dance?He added she can stop whenever she wants to.Pranathi didn’t speak a word. She stood up from the couch and pushed the table in the middle of the.