As you can seethese imaginary tough gals were so extremely different from the scrawny,fearful effeminate boy that I was.Things began to change at the ...nd of my junior year of high school. Yousee it was rarely the really macho boys who bullied me. It was thedrippy boys, the ones who couldn't intimidate anyone else. One morningbefore homeroom a couple of these jerks had me up against a row oflockers in an out of the way alcove. I was already near tears althoughthey hadn't really begun to. CHATAAK.”nahiii baap re tum to pura apple ki tarah laal kar dogi “maine bola.sunke usse khub hansi aayi. Maine usse bola” mein to bas pata kar raha tha ki us din ki cheezein tumko pasand aayi ki nahi” (Refer Part 1 of this story) wo hanste hue boli “kaun si cheezein” me-“wo jo uss din chath par hua tha.WO- Kya hua tha?ME- tumne meri pitai ki thi ….WO-acha ….bada maza aya tha naa……usne chidaate huye bola.ME- hmm aur phir …..WO- kya?ME -aur phir mere upar baith gayi thi.WO- sab yaad he. We had done this numerous of times over the last few weeks but on this occasion after greeting him with a kiss, he said let's rather skip the movie, get a milkshake and walk around and chat. I thought it was rather a good idea. After getting milkshakes we walked through the mall holding each other while walking past looking through the shop windows, which were closed already. We soon got to the entrance/exit for the lower level shops, Dylan wanted to have a smoke so we went outside into the. She wanted it jammed against her spasming cunt walls as soon as possible."OHHhhhh!" she groaned, unbuttoning her blouse quickly. With one quick move, she reached back and unfastened her bra, releasing her firm, pendulous tits."Jesus!" Anna cried out in appreciation as her huge boobs flopped down to her chest."Can you understand why Paul's gone over to that titless bitch?" Anna asked dryly as she reached down and unzipped her skirt, shoving it to the floor."God only knows," Marv said as he drove.