" It better," I huffed, bending and picking up the very heavy, very full bucket of ice hiding under a white table cloth. "I'm not going into the basem...ent and replace tanks." It'll work," Daryl repeated.Slipping through the crowded balcony with a wide and heavy load proved more difficult than empty handed. Beside the door stood a heavyset Viking in his early twenties with a petite cutie of Asian persuasion squirming to the music as her backside rubbed against his front. "You guys want to meet. There was another sound. A sound of someone groaning, no moaning. Someone is moaning- either in pain or in excitement, she couldn’t exactly point out. The sound was too muffled.The room belonged to her uncle and her aunt. By the voice, it could be her aunt, maybe.What is happening? What is bothering aunt? Is she in pain? Is someone hurting her?A chill ran down her spine when she thought of that possibility. What if there are some bad people who broke into the house and are now hurting uncle and. Walking out of the school still red eyed and rubbing my bottom was equally humiliating. I would promise myself; Never again. Then by the time I got home the stinging was wonderful. I couldn’t wait to sit on a hard chair and wriggle around, gently anyway. Later, it was just so great. In bed, naked, masturbating. So many times even. Miss Bentner said smirking, “So you wanted it again?” Elizabeth was still excited. “Yes, too right. It was the same again. Excitement at the thought of my next. It was... it was..." It was much, much better than that, Willie. Many times better than that. It was, and it always will be. Always. Whenever your bare sides are caressed, whenever your bare back is stroked... the feel of hands on your bare body... on your back and sides and tummy..." And my breasts!" she almost shrieked.I smiled. "And your breasts... and your nipples. And it will always be that intense. Always. It will make your body want more. Your body will surrender to the touch and want.