Picking on kids made him feel good. It madehim feel powerful not just fat. There might be psychological reasons ofself loathing which was the cause ...f his obesity along with hisbullying. But he didn't care about such things.Carl was just a mean person in general. He delighted in torturing theweaker kids around him. Nobody knew what the cause of this was, sincehis mom and three sisters were all so nice and cheerful. His fatherworked very hard to support his family. In his father's busy. I was glad that I had something to help me take this edge off. I did not want to be pulling on the sheet or covers, because Clark might wake up. In the past I would have just laid there on my back and used my fingers on my clit, but I knew that rubbing my clit alone wouldn't work for me tonight. My eyes adjusted to the dark and I slowly moved the covers over between Clark and myself.The tiny night-light seemed to be the perfect amount of light so that I would not bump anything and knock it. As swetha is old enough to cook and she is good at it she was taking care of her brother in a good manner, but for sleeping in the night their parents used to my mother to send me to sleep when they were not there sometimes. My parents used to send me after the dinner to their house without failure as they may get afraid in the night. Me and her brother used to sleep in the bed and she and her sister used to sleep on the ground.I used to enjoy her cleavage and other parts as she used not to. Those pubic regions had lovely little soft, triangular patches of pubic hair that matched all the variations found in the hair colouring of the head ... black, blonde, dark brown, red and auburn ... that was the young girls of course.For the young boys ... they were revealing to the church their little downy moustaches sitting over their dangling penises as quite a few of those penises started to do more than just hang limp between their legs. The excitement of the moment for those young men.