Whilst my fingers dance and play at my core, my other hand continues its assault on my breast. A pinch. A lewd grope. A flick of tongue. My mind becom...s lost in a frenzy of desperation until I am panting, mewling moans and soft cries hanging in the air like offerings to a god. Finally I allow a single finger to push at my opening, and my toes curl. By and by, that finger sinks into my depths, the heated walls of my cave impossibly resistant and tight to the penetration. After a time, I begin. Ek din kuch kitabe talaste samay meri nazar kuch kitabo per padi. Inme chachi ki chudai ki kahania bhi thi. Padhte padhte meri nunni bhi tan jati thi. Mein inko aksar chori choru padhta. Alag alag mudaro mein chudai ke photo wali kitabe bhi waha per thi. Mein unko bhi apni course ki kitab mein daal kar padhta. Ek din koi film ki CD talashte talshte mere hath blue film ki cd bhi lag gayi , chhote chacha ne kum se kum 10-12 blue film ki CD chhupa rakhi thi, bade chacha ki kamre mein bhi itni hi. Becky woke up during our talk and smiled sweetly at the sight of Katie and me, in various stages of undress, holding each other. I spent some time sandwiched between the two girls, speaking words of comfort to both of them. Becky was happy that Little Sarah had survived.Victoria, Rhonda, Robert, and John returned as I walked back into the living room. They had left earlier on a day trip to a park several hours away to spend time together rebuilding their own family unit. Victoria, the only one. Alas, Ms. Underbust didn't have a schoolgirl's uniformor little girl's dress in her closet.After an hour or so of creating makeup disasters and destroying theevidence, I decided to settle for eye liner, eye shadow, blush andlipstick, no mascara, and managed to achieve an acceptable result byusing less than half as much makeup as before. Ooh! It worked. I wasmore than cute, I was pretty. It was an unnerving feeling. I was aboy. I wasn't supposed to be pretty.I had a light lunch of Greek salad.