" Okay."Thomas admired the boy. Frozen almost to the point of death, he had recovered in the warmth of the tavern to accompany the group back up the m...untain. And of course, he understood the question as well. The Cloud City was built with a sort of spatial organization to its many platforms: residences here, meeting places there, senate farther on, and of course the jail cells. Most laws in the world belonged to the great houses. The great lords and ladies each had their own lands, their own. He sat, as seemed most natural to him, perched on knee leaning into me as we worked. Standing, he was a good 18 inches shorter than me, but on his knee, his head was near my chin. I could feel his breath on my cheek, and I felt the warmth of his body, rising from his lithe body, untidy in his blue wool blazer and wrinkled white shirt. A deep sense of longing seized me with a tightness in my stomach, a twinge in my rectum and a dull pang in Harry. “So,” I said as casually as I could. “Do. He is so lovely. He was smiling at me, I smiled back. Hum... and he looks down at himself, I couldn't help but notice he had a very delicious and sizable bulge in his pants. I'm hot just thinking about it. This is new, I am just beginning to explore my sexual identity with out all the guilt and "he" shows up. wow, I must have some kind of great connection to the universe, "Ask and you shall receive"...I am ultra aware these days of the way my nipples feel at the slightest thought of sex, or. Me: it’s just chatting no. I may feel shy when we meetNandhini: so u want to meet me?Me: wish to.Then after some time she asked my fb profile. I shared it with her. Then that night I got a friend request from her. She looks very gorgeous in pink sari, cute face, sharp nose, rosy lips, and little chubby cheeks. She looks like a typical maarvaadi girl. Then we begin to chat every day night. She begins to talk very closely to me. I also felt very much comfortable with her. Even though I am 8 years.