And she pushed me away and started crying like a small child.Meera: what are you doing! Are you mad? How dare to touch me there? You know what, I’m ...eaving, I am ending this friendship right away.Me: I am sorry Meera, I really tried to hide my feelings. And I have been hiding them since the last 2 and half years. I can’t live without you. I love you. Really, I do.Meera: you are crazy, Ankita. Bye.I pulled her in my arms and starting crying while hugging her. “Please don’t go, I’ll die without. "You better answer me!" I yelled, causing all four girls to jump."Thank you," she said weakly."Where's that happy girl I always see in choir?" I mocked.I grabbed my camera."Okay, don't move," I joked again. "Now at the count of four make your pussies smile. One - two - three - four. Perfect!"I took four cunt-wide pics plus close-ups of each girl and particularly of Kristen's cunt which had the extra photographic appeal of jizz. I would have some nice shots to add to my digital scrapbook."What. After thinking a minute, Morales grabbed a couple of skins and hung them over the entrance bars. "I guess she could easily work her way around the skins and on through the bars, but at least she won't be able to fly out of the cave so easily," he remarked.When Morales went back to the case and the chicken, Lobo came nearer before sitting to grin at him. "You want to see that bitch come after me again, don't you? But she's on my turf this time." Damn, I wish I was as confident as I sound, he. My mom, a nurse took me home and explained everything. I was relieved, but had no idea what she meant about how I would have new interests and desires and new sensations. Whatever. Then I found one of my father’s nasty magazines and learned about sex. I ogled the pictures and read the reader’s letters describing their sex experiences. I began to ‘touch my privates’ and mimic the things in the magazine, but I know now that I had no real understanding of what I was doing. About this point my dad.