Trying the front door, Taylor found it was unlocked and pushed the door open, walking in. A man sitting on a couch facing the door had half a sandwich...shoved in his mouth when he saw Taylor.“What the hell,” he mumbled. Half-chewed pieces of sandwich fell onto his shirt.“Ehh, don’t,” Taylor said, lifting his weapon as the man made a move to get up.A second man walked into the room, carrying a plate of food that crashed to the floor as he saw Taylor.“Holy shit!” Ronny said, frozen in place, eyes. So we sat checking the problem. Her legs are so smooth � while checking I opened temp folder. So of the files and images are opened. She just came closer to me see these folders and bend a little. I can see her cleavages. At a sudden she ask me to close that folder but I did not saw what their in that. So we started arguing each other as I to open it and her not open it. We started fighting and pinch each in this way touches her firm body finally she agreed and opened. She sat so closer and. Being dressed up and having a good time at the prom, I felt more like an adult than I did an immature 18-year-old teenager and I willingly allowed him to feel my big breasts and finger my erect nipples, so long as it was outside of my dress and not down my dress and bra. Then, as if he suddenly grew two more pair of hands, he was all over me. As soon as I thwarted him from sticking a hand down my dress to fondle my naked breast, he successfully stuck his hand up my dress and in between my legs. I was crying. I felt powerless. It was on my ownproperty but I was still powerless.* *Chase grabbed my hand. "I'm so sorry. I'm sorry I brought this up. Thatmust've been painful memory for you." It was then I resolved to never let anyone see me cry ever again. I tookTae Kwon Do and vowed to always defend myself. But it wasn't even alwayslike that. I'm a conflict avoided. I continued to get bullied from otherboys. At school. At the bus stop. I eventually stood up to them. But ittook months of.