They simply saw what followed the ‘bollocking’. Which was a tall good-looking man with no clothes on, apparently playing with himself. It was ce...rtainly unusual behaviour, but maybe the gentleman was foreign. He certainly did have nice knees. And so, on balance, the ladies felt that they should not condemn the strange man out of hand. More consideration was required. The village ladies therefore reacted courteously and with truly Christian forbearance. That is, they cheered, whistled,. A noise, outside. I rolled of my mother and curled up under the sheets, crying. ...'You want to be a bitch, well then get fucked like a bitch, you whore!' I put my hands on my ears and shut my eyes as hard as I could. No, get out of my head! Leave me alone, you monster! Sweating, crying, shaking.Then, hands around me and a body close to mine. I cried onto my mother's chest. I failed, I wanted to be strong for her, but I failed. "The voices, the images... they won't go away mom." Shh shh, don't. You and your friend spread your towels and remove your wraps. As your apply the tanning lotion, you watch as your friend’s slippery hands glide across her body caressing the glistening oil into her thighs, her belly and up her chest. You lay down first on your belly and ask if she’ll put lotion on your back. Her hands are soft but firm as she rubs the oil into your skin and you close your eyes letting the sweet massage relax you. Suddenly you feel her tug at the strings of your top and the bow. I was on cloud nine. After some 10 km we reached the school. I dropped here there and went to college.Once I returned from college I was not able to control. I masturbated thinking of here. Sorry, I forgot to tell you about her. Her name is Varu (Name changed for privacy), the age I didn’t ask, height 5.2ft, and a very attractive body. From that day at least twice a week, I used to drop her to school and she used to hug me from back whenever she sat behind me on my bike.Due to some function in.