.Ek din main aise hi kiya or fir khada lund leke washroom main gaya or gate lock kiya par hua nah jaldi jaldi main main apna hilane laga hmm ohh aesi ...waz nikal ke or mummy ne suna wo a gayi sunne lagi or gate khol diya main hila raha tha fir wo haske chli gayiM bhar gaya Me-mom soryMom-it’s ok love hota h ye sub age hain aesiMe-ha mom Mom-kabse kar raha h ye sub or kise soch keMe-kafi time se or aise hi kisiko sochta nahiMom-ok par roz mat karna kamzor ho jayega wrnaMe-ok mom Fir m ek din bike. She is ten years older than I and laughingly refers to me as her toy boy, but she knows, and we have discussed this, that I am much more than just a play thing, even though she adores to play in the most mind bending way. I am her Adonis she says and she wants to do everything with me.She teaches me of all the new tricks - and I thought I knew them all, but with Francesca it is like learning all over and I am never adverse to that.I think she believes I am a little slow in coming forward when. Well, she never let it bother her, though it sometimes did."Nah, her tits are too small," Said another boy in the conversation. "And she has practically nothing to her ass."Hope put her hands in front of her and balled her hands into fists. Trying to not hit these people every day at school was hard. It was constant taunts and insults. Once or twice it had been physical: punches and kicks. Even from the guys in the group. They never hit her where it would show, though. Sadly, they were smart. Vikki was dressed in a full length figure hugging strapless burgundy evening gown. Its cleavage was modest by Vikki's standards but was enough to show off a beautiful necklace and matching earrings made up of sapphires, rubies and diamonds that were a perfect complement to her stunning dress and were the reason her shiny light brown hair was pinned back in waves of varying lengths.As we posed for dad to take our photo mum explained the why of Vikki's beautiful dress and very expensive and.