Now his hands went lower on her back and grabbed the pallu of sarree and started to remove the sareee he did and threw it on the floor. Now he had han...s on buttocks and mouth on nipples he grabbed her on buttock cheeks and pulled she moaned now he vigor moved her palms on those back cheeks and now he started to get her red petticoat up along her skin slowly. First I saw my mom’s knees from back side her beautiful legs were in site from back and she was topless already. Then came in site her. I didn’t give a shit if anyone wanted to watch. It added to the turn on. Maybe he began to realise how much he affected me because from that day he wouldn't stop. I was often cornered on the stairs on the way to the changing rooms and pulled roughly into his defined body, seeming like he was about to kiss me before walking away. I would feel him stand right behind me as I touched my toes so I could feel the head of his penis rub against the cheeks of my ass. He was playing me at my own game and. “What do you mean? Why would I die?” I asked, inching ever closer. As I got closer, I got a better look at her. She was small, both in height and frame. Hunched over and sobbing made it hard to tell, but if I had to guess I’d say she wasn’t much more than four feet tall. She was very thin, almost sickly, and her skin was ghastly pale. She was surprisingly clean for a seemingly feral woman, or ghost, in the woods. I came within an arm’s length away from her and she looked up at me, eyes red and. Beep. Beep. She stares into the large room at the only recent victim to be admitted to the place in the last thirty days. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. But the question on Buffy's mind isn't who the victim is, or who it was that dug the knife into the victim's stomach. It's a much more important question that needs answering. “You know...” Buffy turns her head to see Xander standing next to her suddenly. “Maybe it's different here in Scotland, but.