Itwas rarely anything physical; usually, he just pushed in front of me -always ME - in the dinner queue, or stole my seat in class, or flushedmy head ...own the toilets - the typical kids' stuff, you might say, butalways done with such emphasis as to underline his dominance over me.The verbal bullying was the same; no sooner had he called me a "fagot",or a "poof" or a "sissy" than the whole school would be ablaze with mynew nomenclature. It was he who first called me Victoria - when theteacher. .Approximately 5-6minute kiss krne k bad mujhe b mazaa aney laga fir m unke upar chadh gaya unhe kiss krne laga or aunty garam saasein le rahi ti…… Fir maine unka top or bra utar diya…..Or fir kya ta unke chuchi(boobs) dekh kr mera sex desire or badh gaya …..Fir m pagalo ki tara unki chuchi ko daba raha ta chus raha ta nipples ko kaat rahi ta or aunty zor zor chilla rahi ti “aaahhhhh mmmmm uuffff aram se aaahhhh plz dard uufff ho raha h” per m nhi ruko or fir maine unka penty b utaar diya or. “That,” I said in a soft voice, “was fucking a-mazing.”“Steady flyboy.” Katy smiled “I get enough of that language from Dad.”She smiled at me and turned, “Come on, let’s log the flights with Dad and then we’ll have a drink.”Katy filled in the flight log for me and I signed it. Two flights gone and 10 to go, she was right, there was no chance of me getting in her knickers by going solo after 12 lessons.We both went to the clubhouse where Katy ordered a sparkling water and I had a beer. “Three. But as i turned to to walk to my house Amber said"hey Donzell is it ok if i went to your house and got some water." I said sure. I could only think about all the things i wanted to do to her. But i was pretty nervous. I got her some water and she asked if i had anothe shirt because hers had a big hole in the back from playing basketball. This was a dream come true Amber in my bedroom. I looked in my dresser and got her a shirt . aAs i was handing it to her she all of a sudden grabbed my cock. I.