Fir ishita ne kaha ki kal jo bhi hua wo plizz kisi ko mat batana. Maine kaha thik he nahi bataunga par badle me mujhe kya milega. Unhone pucha tumhe k...a chahiye? Jo tum bologe me wo karungi par kisi ko batana mat. Maine kaha thik hai waqt aane par jo mujhe chahiye wo me maang lunga. Phir hum school pohoche. Me class me gaya aur ishita staff room me.Phir me register leke staff room me gaya sign lene ke liye. Maine unhe ragister diya. Wo sign kar rahi thi tab mene pucha ki yeh school me kis cheez. It’s Swahili and it means ‘Midnight’. Dad thought it was appropriate and Mum just liked the sound of it. Don’t for one second think that you can call me Midnight though! Jimmy Parker in primary school found that out the hard way, but he was just the first of a few… Arseholes… Who thought my name and my skin tone were some sort of a joke. It didn’t take long for me to stop volunteering the meaning of my name unless somebody asked, and people rarely did. If that made it sound like I was some sort. ” I looked at his back strong and straight as he walked out of the room. He returned within a minute carrying a shirt and pair of trousers that I gratefully accepted. “Now, follow me and don’t speak.” We walked, not back to Smyth as I had expected, but in a direction further away from where she lay. We walked through several more storerooms, each full to bursting with stacks of new crates. Miles turned and grabbed my arm, gripping it tightly as another much louder rumbling shook the tunnel. Squeezing her breasts, tweaking her nipples as he fucked her again and again. With every stroke her body seemed to move towards me. It WAS moving towards me! With each stroke dad was moving the two of them closer and closer to my bed. With each stroke I mentally wanted them at my bed. Did I really think that? Did I REALLY want mom and dad, naked, fucking, in my room? All this while I was naked and fucking myself with this bottle? The next thing I knew mom's hands were on the foot board of my.