I imagine there will be a confrontation of some sort. I'll send Marigold up the stairs with you to get the rest. We're heading up the path now."When T...hule and Marigold got to the door, Dawn's father opened it. He was a worried-looking, balding man dressed in black slacks and a button-down shirt. He was about the same height as his daughter and had to crane his neck way back to smile wanly at Thule. He spoke politely, "Can I help you?"Thule felt bad about having to risk conflict with this man.. " My parents died when I was twelve. The only other living relatives that I had were my Uncle George and Aunt Martha so I was sent to live with them. Aunt Martha was a wonderful woman who treated me like her own daughter. Uncle George was nice enough but kind of distant. I figured it was because I wasn't really a blood relative as Aunt Martha was my mother's sister." For about a year and a half everything was great. I was beginning to get over my parent's death and I enjoyed being around Aunt. There was a bit of girly shrieking and above this noise I suggested that Mike, the ringleader, should use his brain and stop thinking with his cock. Everything went quiet. I’d obviously said this far louder than I’d realised and then I noticed Mr. Thompson, our history teacher, standing in the doorway.“Come here Angie,” he said quietly, “the rest of you go outside until breaks over.”He sat on the edge of one of the desks and shook his head, sadly. “I’m very disappointed in you, Angie. As head. Fir achanak ek din uska call aaya ki woh mere hostel ke niche hai. Fir main gaya aur room mein laya. Boys hostel mein girl sirf chudne ke liye hi jati hai, ye sbko lagta tha.Lekin maine jaldibazi nahi dikhayi aur just bat kiye. Woh batayi ki woh bhi mujhse pyar karti hai. Fir woh moment ban gaya aur kiss ho gaya. Par uske turant bad woh boli ki hum dono sex nahi karenge, jabtak comfortable na ho. Mujhe sex ki adat thi par yahan mujhe pyar ho gaya tha.Approx ek month hum dono bas kiss tak hi.