Then I masturbated in front of her and go to home. The next day I can’t join her because of some works after 2 days I join her like other days we st...udy first after 10pm her mother got sleep then I come closer 2 her she smiles at me then I directly placed my hand on her boobs I pressed hardly she is enjoying I put my hand inside the nighty and take one boob outside the bra her nipple is got erect I pinched on it then pressed hardly then I go to her thigs I slightly raised her nighty then i sit. I gradually moved my hand high enough that it was covered by her skirt, the side of my hand slipping intimately close to her body, I could fee her heat, the warmth between her legs was encouraging. I took the plunge into my hormone pool and came up with a full grown hard-on, I pressed against her panties and slid my hand the length of her crack. She sipped a lung full of air and rocked her hips, pressuring against the touch between her legs. From that point on I dropped all pretense of being. I got a bit relief. I was not able to confront her with the fear.She came to me and talked to me normally after that but I can see her behavior towards me changed as I can see smile on her face every time she was looking at me. I was thinking may be she didn’t know it was me, she didn’t get to see my shoes but I was in doubt. At night I was thinking of her body which I saw when she was changing. My parents slept early as they were tired after the party.I masturbated thinking about Pooja that. He tried to say something, to ask them to please let him leave, but hewas manhandled (so to speak) to the second stall and the mistreatmentwas repeated. After that, he realized that they intended to do the samein the next four stalls as well. It was a long first day for him. Hehad to walk back to his place with his hair soaked and his shirt wet.Plus, the word was still quite clear on his forehead. It had been avery bad first day at school.After that it only got worse. They forced him to.