I aborted a little piece of us. That little fetus was our son or daughter. He wasn't a rapist or a murderer. He wasn't a monster. He didn't deserve to...die. I thought I was being brave and doing what had to be done to protect and save the ones I loved. I was a coward. How can you feel guilty about killing that animal and not understand what a terrible person I am? I left our group. I broke up with all the people I loved. I let Tommy Westerling ... use me any way he wanted ... because I deserved. ’ I shrugged. ‘She kept calling me ‘Little girl’. She looked like the little girl to me when she left.’ She wouldn’t have bladder control for about a year either, but Marty didn’t know about that part. No real point in telling him. ‘And the bitch you made play with herself last month? In the ring?’ I shrugged again. ‘She called me a cunt. I didn’t appreciate it.’ Marty hadn’t been real happy about that one. I was still undefeated after 3 years and Marty had trouble setting up matches for me. My dad runs the biggest provisional stores in our locality and my dad name is Sundar and my mom s Raji the heroine of this story.Well as a normal teenage boy I too had urge to have sex with a women and this interest made me look at my teachers my classmates my neighbour aunts and my relative aunts and even my friends’ mom and sisters in a sexual way. I usually got more care from my parents as I’m their only son and they love me so much so I used to get a lot of pocket money and which I mostly. Now!End of part twoPart threeIn their secluded cove, Ella did just that, while they stood she slipped Abi’s little summer dress of and in hailed sharply, she was stunning! Every bit as beautiful as Ella had dared imagine. As much as Ella desperately wanted to jump on her there and then, but also, she wanted this moment to last as long as possible. Slowly she started kissing her way down Abi’s body, lingering for just a while on Abi’s lovely breasts, teasing and nipping each nipple in turn and.