." What?" my voice was soft and dry, cracking. I had my face against the intercom, eyes closed. Just breathing."Sister?" It was a boy's voice, a child...'s voice, soft and wondering and afraid of doing what it was doing. But more afraid not to. "Father Lyons sent me. I ... I have a letter. Some money too." Julius?" I didn't mean to say it aloud, but the boy didn't answer anyway. I probably hadn't pressed the speak button.I opened the door, pushed the buttons so the lights turned red and I wasn't. The water was turned off and the staff approached the frightened children with large blocks of soap and scrubbing brushes. Screaming they were scrubbed and lathered, until every inch of their sore bodies were covered with hard soap.Again the cold-water spray was used to remove the soap. What did it matter if in the course of washing them a finger or two was pushed into them more repeatedly than necessary, or little cocks handled roughly, labia tugged on painfully, or nipples twisted. More than. Maine pucha ” an karu usne ankho se haami bharte hue kaha,maine dheere dheere lund ko andar bahar karna suru kar diya ,an wo bhi mera apne chutad utha kar mera saath de rahi thi, humari siskiyo se pura room goonj raha tha ,ab wo Jor se aahhe bhar rahi thi,Neha – plz fuck me harder ,Jaan plz aur tej,Maine bhi apne speed tej kar di,Uska shareer akadne laga,usne apne pairo ko meri kamar me fasa liya ,aur ek the aahhhh ke saath jhad gayi ,but main abhi jhadne wala nahi thi bcz main ek baat jhad. The women clearly envious of my mother, the men perhaps jealous. They watched mom. Lusted for her. Raped her with their eyes. She loved it!We didn't discuss what we'd done the night before that day on the beach. We both knew it was still too raw a wound. Instead we talked about what we were seeing in front of us. The nudists. Their reaction to us."You guys didn't come to the dance," Fiona complained at one point. She and her husband had just plunked themselves down on the sand next to us. I.