When ever Melody bent downto pick things off the low bench they were rewarded with a fine view of creamywhite thighs above the shear black of the stoc...ings. She was sure that theold cow from next door had been watching as well from the upstairs window. The snack over, Steve suggested that Bob might like Melody to show him thephotograph album. So seated comfortably on the sofa Melody opened the 'bigred book'. Page one contained a set of pictures of Melody dressed in stockingsand suspenders in. I was on heaven.She could feel my big bulge saluting her from between her thighs, My heart was pounding so heavy. Just the touch of her had me breathing heavily and my dick rock hard which was cramped between us like a red-hot iron rod, she whispered “I love you, brother”, in a seductive tone , I wanted her then and there. She again kissed so passionately and with full of love in it, It was special and more intimate.She kissed my weakest spot at the neck, kissed behind my ear and slowly went. .. I stopped listening to music ... I reached the point where I felt nothing — nothing but endless gloom. I cut myself in order to feel anything ... pain, anything. I realize now I should’ve gone to my parents for help, but a twelve-year-old doesn’t think that way.”“Oh, understood. I was twelve not that many years ago. You hid the cutting from them?”She nodded. When I was fourteen I had a psychotic episode. I had been hearing voices for about six months prior but was able to push them aside. No. She thought as she moved trough the carriage doors and tried to find room to stand. Well at least I’m on my way home at last she thought as the train pulled into the next station; a tall black guy boarded the train behind her. Very tall slim in looses fitting sports bottoms and a t-shirt showed his well-developed chest off nicely. If she had not been so engaged in day dreaming about his body may be she would not have fell as the train jerked into motion again. She felt her.