Yes, I had never had alcohol before. He tried again with his baby face but I flatly refused. But by then he had my number.He gulped a huge swig of bee... and came close to me and kissed me squarely and thrust the beer from his mouth to mine. One it was beer, two the act was gross but somehow it felt hot to do the dirty deed. He had some power over me which I couldn’t comprehend.Kabir had still only kissed me. He had not done anything else. I had a fleeting moment where I thought he will take it. Whenever Vic sat spread-legged in the easy chair, his mother's brow furrowed.Finally, his mother couldn't take any more. Vic almost broke down when his mother confronted him, asking through teary eyes if her little girl was having problems or ... her voice had broken ... experimenting with drugs. Vic understood why his mother had been so watchful. It was as if Vic had changed drastically, and all the things Vicky _should_ have known, all the habits Vicky _should_ have had, Vic didn't have. . She was immediately handed the wooden backed hairbrush.Margaret felt the warning taps of the hairbrush on her bottom and gasped. Of course, she knew full well what was in Emma's hand as she had suffered from similar implements on so many occasions with Vicki. She knew there was no chance that she could hold back the tears and she sometimes wondered whether the hairbrush was actually harder to take than the cane. After all, she gave most of the girls between four and six strokes of the cane. I moved my head back out of the way so she couldn't make contact. "What's wrong?" she asked. Without saying a word I spun her round and pulled her close so that my dick was pressing into her arse. I yanked the front of her dress down and out popped those big tits, her big dark nipples solid in the fresh air. I ran my other hand up her thighs to cup her pussy over her panties but immediately I felt warm wet flesh. The dirty bitch was wearing niether bra nor knickers so I was now standing.