I told the lady to calm down and started looking at the boys leg. He wouldn’t allow me to touch his leg and the slightest movement he would scream. ... realized he had fractured his leg. I told the lady to bring a straight wood stick or plank and started cleaning his face and head with my handkerchief.I asked her if there is any dispensary or clinic nearby she said there is one health center near to the village center. It meant going backward near to the bus stop where this all started.I took the. She plays soccer and loves all sports,” she told me.“The girls wouldn’t talk about me would they, or think bad of me because I fuck other girls?” I was worried that all this would get back to my sister, my Mom, and my Aunt....”Uh ... Were you serious about your sister, I saw her once at a distance and asked who she was. She’s very pretty and very sexy. I’m not sure she’d even look at me.”“Heck yes I’m serious. I know you’d never brag about fucking her or the others either. You could start a. It just takes the simple act of you forcing my mouth open and thrusting two fingers inside for the mood to change to a wild one where the metaphorical door closes behind us and for a split second I am reminded of a supermarket, no exit until you’ve been round every aisle. Already I am gasping and you’re only playing with my mouth, it’s the simple things I think to myself as you add more fingers before rubbing my own saliva over my face. You move your attention to my breasts, my nipples in. We were reading a particularly charged story when her bare arm brushed mine, sending delightful volts of sensation coursing through me, followed by a lean into the screen that brought her bra less breast into rather undisguised contact as well, then a downward glance to my lap in a gesture of what I was sure was false modesty, instead I had the sensation that she was checking my crotch for evidence of my being as turned on as she seemed to be by our reading and close proximity. She withdrew.