One of my sister's class was the daughter of the local minister whose residence had a beach boathouse where the girls (5 in the same class all staying... at the resort) could change for swimming. Monica a 14 year old beauty was another of the girls in my sister's girls church school class and the daughter of the school Principal who had all her life been kept away from the opposite sex. She was allowed to holiday with her classmates at this resort with the minister's wife as her chaperone and was. She has long black hair that’s so dirty it’s sticking to her face and neck. She’s wearing a smock that looks like a dirty potato sack and her nasty feet are bruised and cut from walking barefoot. She’s a plain small drab looking thing. “Well girl, don’t you know how to bow when it comes to royalty?” my father says in a very harsh tone.“Umm...Yes sir, “she says in a shaky voice, which in a way is surprisingly sensual. The next thing that I am not prepared for is when she looks up at us. She has. Hum dono smooch karne lage…Kabhi wo mere lips pe bite marti toh kabhi mai uske..2-3 minute baad maine notice kiya aunty enjoy kar rahi hai.Maine dheere se aunty se kaha aunty ab to mazaa aa raha hoga toh kyu na pura hi karte hai na,aunty ne ek wicked si smile di aur boli tu na sach me kutta hai ab garam kar diya hai tune apni aunty ko toh ab toh karna hi padega bol ke aunty mere se zor se hug karke lipat gayi.Maine jhat se aunty ki nighty utari…Unke chuche bahut sahi lag rahe the aur unhone bra. I can already feel my body react--the increased heat rushing through my veins, the weakness in my knees and the faint shaking in my hands. I glance up at you just as the tip of your pink tongue delicately moistens your pouty lower lip. You catch me looking and you grin that horrible, mischievous grin. I know I'm going to get something, I just don't know how much but I do know that I will always want more. The chatting and laughter of those that keep us apart starts to fade and as we turn a.