She grew more condescending and arrogant, hoping to intimidate Elle. "Face it, babe, you were outclassed by a girl who can outclass anyone." Named aft...r a diva who can outclass you on a bad day? You flatter yourself," rebounded Elle as she moved a step closer "The day you can outclass me at anything, sweetie, is the day I decide I should get liposuction to be more like you." Well, what about you? Named after a magazine I read in high school." Cher pressed her tits into Elle's, her nipples. She put another hand on her chest and had accidentally brushed her fingers over her nipple which had made her sigh softly at the momentarily pleasure that gave her.She had no idea why her nipples responded the way they did when she saw a pretty woman like this. Growing up on a farm she knew exactly how people make love, of course, but the idea of doing that with some boy was not just scary, it was terribly, terribly embarrassing. She was not looking forward to it. It was supposed to hurt. Leah built a steady rhythm, urged on by the woman’s quickening breath.She leaned in, planting little kisses down Nichole’s swan like neck. Then she used her free hand to squeeze her breast, pressing the nail extension of her thumb into the areola.“Oh god … that’s …” she cried, her voice thick now and her muscles tensing as the stimulation swelled inside her.Leah kissed her way back up along the collarbone. Kissing in a slow but uneven rhythm up to the nape of her neck in a way that contrasted. Going close to her I asked her who came in and why she opened the door. She stood up trembling, unconsciously for the first time I touched her directly holding her arm I asked her to sit.She was very nervous, could not speak as every word was broken just as stammering and she was breathing hard.I too was confused as I was thinking of the consequences I would have to face to report the matter.Again I asked her who raped her, in between sobs she just managed to say, she pushed the guy and when.