She couldn't feelanything unusual and she didn't see anything that could be wrong, but justthen a small twinge in her nipple drew her attention. As he...r gaze settledon her nipples she watched as they became aroused, engorging and pushingup from the soft skin of breasts. She had always been proud. Her breastswere pleasantly large and were above average for a girl with such a smallframe. Her nipples were plump and enticing, encouraging the men she hadbeen with to pay special attention to. Usne kaha tum yahin ruk jaao use mujhse kuch baatein karni hai Madhu ke bare mein toh mein samajh gaya ki yeh merese kya chahti hai toh maine bhi thoda natak karte hue aakhir mein haan bol diya. Raat ked us baj rahe they n hu dono tvdekh rahe they. Tabhi aachanak light chali gayi n ghar mein ek dum andhera tha.kuch dikhaai nahi de raha tha. Mein remote ko uthane ke liye side mein haath badha raha tha ki mujhe apne pent ke upar kuch feel hua. Who Risha ka haath tha. Maine haath ko jhat se pakad. . well they . . . actually . . .?! It’s hard to say exactly what I want to say. I guess it’d be better if I start from what I guess is the beginning. I’m still not sure how to go about it, though. I guess maybe we should start not too long after Grand-Uncle Horace’s accident. I don’t quite know how to, um . . . Okay, what happened was that Uncle Horace was under the pedestal crane when it toppled. He worked, still does, come to that, in construction, but, okay, okay. The accident happened when. The hand on my shoulder slowly creeps upward, toward my neck. His gaze still pins me down. I can't look away. Then I his hand tighten around my neck. My breath was hastened as is, now I become increasingly lightheaded. I try to clear my head and calm my breathing, but I feel like puddy in his hands.Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. The word rings in my head time and time again. Yet I am incapable of resisting him it seems. Still I try. My pathetic and half-hearted attempt to resist ends.