Though we are married, we are not like husband and wife. He does not care for me. He is too rude and arrogant. he treats me like a servant who is here...only to look after the child. So I want to make friends here in Kuwait and share my happiness and sorrows with them since I dont have anyone to speak to or share. Your cousin Ramya was my close friend when I was in Bangalore. We used to discuss a lot about you. She had also told me about how good and decent you are. I had seen your pics on. I slid them off and said, "okay you can turn around now" My boxers made it obvious that I had a hard on. She turned towards me and looked me right in the eyes. The blushing was still there, but she didn't care anymore. We looked at the others body with intense concentration taking in every detail. "okay here goes nothing," she said as she extended her hands towards my boxers. Neither of us knew what the others sweet spot looked like. For all I knew she had a penis too. She dropped my boxers to. I said I didn't know, ask her but I guess I got chumped into being the guinea pig."Well, it didn't take me long to let Roger know what my answer was. Now the only problem was my parents. Would they allow me, a fourteen-year-old go out with a senior who is four years older than me?I guess fate was on my side in this matter also. Since Jim was a close friends with Roger, my parent thought it would be nice if I was his date for the prom and was quick to give there permission.That was the beginning. I fell on my back. As I stumbled back I realised we were getting further and further away from the railway line. My only chance of getting any help would have been from someone walking along that road to catch the next train. The girls knew it as well as I did. I struggled to my feet again and this time they pushed me like a rag doll between them wrestling me further and further away from the train line. They knew what they were doing alright.Eventually the blonde girl caught my arms and.