"Why aren't you wearing a shirt?!" Ben said."Shit!" Carmen said to herself. "He thinks she's me!" Oh ... uh, I was just masturbating and I like to pla...y with my nipples when I'm flickin' the ol' bean," Areola responded."Right ... Well I'll remember to knock next time. Anyways, can I borrow your car?" HEY YOU BIG FUCKING FAG! DOWN HERE!" Carmen tried her best to get her brother's attention."What's that sound?" Ben asked."Oh just the noisy neighbors," Areola said as she turned on the radio to. There was only a thin layer of tights between my hands and Bua’s thighs. I could feel the softness and warmth of her thighs on my palm. What a great feeling it was! (Thank you, bad Mumbai roads!)After about 45 minutes of this amazing mini-adventure, we reached the beach. It was fairly crowded but Bua said that it was practically empty considering Mumbai crowd standards.We walked on the beach for a little bit and then found a nice quiet spot by the rocks. There were mostly couples on this. It happened when my cousin, Donnie, fourteen, the same age as my sister, was over at our house one afternoon. Donnie was cute, about five-seven, medium build, wavy dark blond hair, nice smile and our mothers were in the kitchen chatting over coffee as they usually did.Jana wasn't home at the time so it was Donnie and me in the den and I could tell that he was trying to look up my skirt when I moved my legs as I sat across from him. I was twelve, just becoming a bit of a tease, just starting to. “She isn’t like one of those horny rich bitches at school.” “D,” Tommy stopped walking. “I KNOW. I get it. I like her a lot.” “It’s just …” Derek searched for the right words. “She has so much potential.” “Sooo... what? You’re sayin’ I’m not good enough for her? “Flynnie, she’s my sister. I’m sayin’ nobody’s good enough for her.” The guys chuckled and continued walking next to each other. “So, you don’t trust me ‘cause I’m white.” Tommy smiled, staring straight ahead. “No, I don’t trust you.