It was very dark inside with just a small amount of light seeping in through a small dirty window.She guessed they were all about fifteen years old. T...ey started asking her about why she was naked, she could not reply.One of them touched her on the nipple and then squeezed her breast. This gave the others confidence and they started touching her. She could not defend herself. Their hands were all over her body touching and stroking her breasts, stomach, buttocks and the coarse hair of her. When one of them takes both the lips of the other between his or her own, it is called 'a clasping kiss'. A woman, however, only takes this kind of kiss from a man who has no moustache. And on the occasion of this kiss, if one of them touches the teeth, the tongue, and the palate of the other, with his or her tongue, it is called the 'fighting of the tongue'. In the same way, the pressing of the teeth of the one against the mouth of the other is to be practised.Kissing is of four kinds:. . Why are you... Ung... In here?" She seemed to be having a hard time talking as Peter pounded into her."You said what you wanted. Your son is here to supply you with your desires." Peter told her, as if discussing the Sunday paper, and not an act of i****t."But... No. I can't," Her words were at odds with the spark in her eyes, and she started to lick her lips. "I mean... It's wrong." She was no longer fighting Peter, and even seemed to be returning his thrusts. David crawled up onto his bed,. I could see the lust in her eyes and she felt the throbbing erection in my shorts. I mover her closer to me and made her slide her hand into my shorts to get better access to my erect member. She tried to jerk it as much as she could in the space she had, but quickly withdrew as a couple of old men passed by from behind us. I kept my hand firmly clasped on her boob while she did that. She implored that some old man might see us and that we should stop. I said that the old guys might learn a few.