‘Oh, you are lovely,’ I murmured, and dividing her thighs, I allowed my hand to run up on her belly and then to slip down and play riot with her p...bic curls and to squeeze and compress the lips of her sexual slit, till I was almost mad with lust and desire. I sucked her mouth into mine, and passing my arm about her neck drew her to me in a stifling embrace and sought as if to ravish her on the very spot.‘My dress, my dress!’ she said, ‘do not get it wet, I beg you! You may go off and spot me,. We used to chit chat during nights, hangout in the college during days and been out for movies n all with her a few times. She was more of a conservative type and wouldn’t allow me to proceed much other than normal kissing n passport stuff. This really got me frustrated at times.But this story here ain’t about her. This girl here happens to be my girl next door, Aditi. I lived in a rented house near my college. The house was single story and I with my college friend Ankit lived in one half –. From there they "plotted" together so she will came to see him by train over several days.She was just turned 18, as she wanted to wait (which I always said it was dumb), and so they've been able to rent a youth hostel and their parents didn't knew much of it.From there I know how she was dressed as she asked me on this before hand :)She confessed it was the first time she was wearing something sexy, as we bought her a few weeks before a piece of lingerie for the occasion :)I remember helping. “Don’t pump too much or her belly will bloat. We don’t want relatives thinking that she got pregnant after getting raped. Just kidding but don’t overdo it,” he said as he inserted a trocar cap into the hole left behind in W’s belly after the trocar was removed. “See the stab wounds on her neck? They will be exposed so we need to hide them as best we can.” Mr M took out a lump of clay like substance, broke small pieces from it, rolled it up and inserted them into each of W’s 5 horrible stab.