Who does that besides a slut?”“It doesn’t matter. Listen to me. Reyna’s not here. She doesn’t matter.” I can see the confusion over her fa...e. She can’t sort that out. Two ideas are still raging in her mind.“You want me in charge?” I say forcefully.She nodds.“Then listen to me.”She nodds.“You are not a slut.”Again, the confusion is plain on her face. I see her eyebrows furrow and nose scrunch as she tries to sort it out.“Trust me. Am I in charge?”“Yes.”“Do I think you’re a slut?”“No.”“Then are. She must have been the exception."He gently, almost reverently, rolled the large stone back into place."Her being so near the surface, probably has more to do with erosionthan anything. But the fact that the hair survives...I find completelyamazing!" I just wished I knew more about her..." he sighed.******It was late May, 1851, the sun was warm, and a light breeze blew in fromthe south. Thirteen-year old Donovan Kincade stood on the upper bank ofthe Platt River, somberly holding his hat in his. Finally after some 10 mins of talking they also decided to sleep. But there was only one cot of 1 and half width. I was sleeping in one of the corners, Nikita was next to me and he was next to her. I.e. she was in between both of us. When she came to sleep, Nikita and me were in one bed sheet and he was in a different one. What I did slowly I was touching her boobs with my eyes closed. She was talking to him and but I was touching her. She had turned towards him, Slowly in our bed sheet, I. Mummy sirf 8-10 baar hi uska land mu me leti hai or chord deti or bolti hai ki nhi me nhi kar rhi rehan ajega me niche jaa rhi hu or uske baad sabh chale jaate haiUske 3 din baad jabh me school se ghr 1 ghanta jaldi agya tha to mene dekha ki phir ghr par koi nhi hai to me upar store ke pass gya to kuch awaaje arhi thi par samajh nhi arha tha ki kon kya bol rha hai phir me khidki ke pass gya toh dekha ki mummy niche bethi hai or kuljeet khada hai mummy ke dono boobs bhar nikale hue hai unki suit.