She had lit up many candles and bought a bouquet of roses for me. I went close to her, looking into her eyes. I held her from her waist and pulled her... towards me. This moment was so romantic. She was behaving as she was supposed to, it was actually very romantic.I hugged her and started feeling her closeness, the warmth of her body, the odor of her body deodorant. I could feel her breaths too. She was breathing heavily. I was holding her from the waist and she kept her both hands on my. They were all underage and they didn't trust any adults to help them quietly.In the end I took serious notes without the names of the girls. I promised them all that I would not give any names, but that I was going to try to find a way to stop it from happening anymore. After a lot of thinking I decided that there really wasn't anything I could do, other than beat the crap out of these guys; that would stop them from doing it again. Even that didn't guarantee that they wouldn't start up again. James stumbles back a step, looking down at my slim hand firmly over his stiff bulge before his eyes shoot up to meet mine.“Quinnie, don’t do that,” he says, but his voice is weak and his body is weaker.“Don’t do what?” I say, giving his bulge a hard squeeze. “You can stop me at any time. You’re stronger than I am.”“I could.”“Then stop me.” I stare into his eyes, daring him. But he doesn’t move.I take a few steps into his home and he feebly shuffles back, and I kick the door shut behind me with. Emily. She was as sparkling as the expensive champagne tonight wearing a tight short black dress obviously without bra and high-heeled boots reaching just under the knees. Emily grabbed his hand and dragged him away from the crowded room. They passed a corridor and a small stairs when finally they burst into one room. She shut the door, turned facing him, and said: ‘I’m horny!’ ‘Yes I can tell that with ease.’ Tom said pointing with eyes at the small bulge formed under the tight dress right.