"I ..." Shhh," Erica whispered. "It's okay. You're a grown woman, and you haveevery right to ..." She stopped suddenly, biting her lower lip as she...owered her own gaze. She felt her eyes watering. "I really shouldn't bejealous," Erica finally said. "It's not like we're going steady."Tommi placed her hand atop Erica's hands on the table. It wasn't lost onher that she'd made the exact same tender gesture to Brian a few minutesearlier. "I'm sorry, Erica," she said softly. "I really don't. He would reach out and stroke on her hair and face, letting his hands run down her side, tracing the lines of her slender girl figure. He would touch her tiny buttocks, rubbing them, holding them in his large hands squeezing. He would be stiff now, his cock tenting right in front of Ashley's face. She would have her eyes tightly closed in fear of the storm. He would reach down and unbutton his fly and his cock would leap up exposed. The tip of it would be moist and the flow would be trickling. Phr mene uski kameez full upar kar di or mamay chusney lga woh ankhen band kar kay gehri sansen le rahi thi me 5 min tak chusa or chor dia time 5 15 hogya andhera tha abi bi bahar ku kay roshni sardiyo me 6 45 pay hoti hey usney kaha raja ab main kam kar lo warna koi jag jaye ga meney phr uski shalwar khench kay nikal diAb woh kambal me nangi thi me uski tangen chaori ki or choot pay hath phera uski ahh nikal gyi woh full gilli thi mene socha usko chusney ko bolu par gao me yeh cheezen koi nhi. Stop the music. Stop, stop.The music stops as the boy wipes his eyes, tries to stop crying, and finds that he cannot.PAUL: I ... I can’t do this.The sobbing child abruptly turns around and leaves the stage. The audience murmurs and the band looks lost. They start to do a rambling jam, not any song that either or both children have ever sung on stage. After a few minutes Paul walks back onto the stage and picks up the microphone. The audience applauds loudly.PAUL: I’m sorry. Boys are supposed to.