After sometime, what she did was against my imagination. She got up, pulled herself closest to me, and hung about me. She brought her face so close to... mine that I wasn’t able to even see but her eyes. And then, she kissed me. I was dumbfounded. She did not stop, kissed me away, and held me so tight that I wasn’t able to move. Then, she cried. I saw her tears rolling down. She didn’t leave me, but kept her head on my chest and cried. I asked what had happened and why she was behaving so. She had been letting the obscene images of her mother and Hank drift excitingly through her mind. She knew she was only putting it off. She knew that in a few seconds she would once again plunge her fingers deep up into her madly burning pussy and stroke in and out until blessed relief came. But she sensed somehow that it would never be the same as having a real penis thrust into her, to feel a domineering male body hovering over her, driving her to heights of passion that were possible no. Every boys will daily masturbate by thinking her only. But her character is straight forward. She won’t talk much with boys, very quiet and calm person.I am very good in her subject so i had a healthy relationship with her. One day she called me and told me to recharge for her number. That time she gave her number i saved it. After one month i messaged at night as gud night. She replied who is this, i said my name then she said ok. Then normal chatting goes for abt 6mnths. Then one day she said. I was pleased with the progress of her healing. After all, she still had further punishment to come. I walked over and opened the door.“Follow me,” I said over my shoulder and walked out.I could hear her scurrying behind me trying to keep up. Somehow, she managed to negotiate the stairs without injuring herself as I headed for the kitchen. Silently, I pointed to a place on the floor next to the table and she went there immediately, waiting for my next move. I ignored her and went to the larder..