Took me a second realize I was staring at my own feet,’ Arthur chuckled. ‘Oh, just think!’ Steve said, already reaching for the closest bowl. �...Go to put your pen down, can’t see how close the desk is and ‘Crash!’ hand goes right through the desk!’ ‘Yeah, going to have to be careful about that,’ Arthur chuckled with the eight year old. ‘Wait, we haven’t said ‘grace’ yet.’ That night, as could be expected, Yvonne rebuffed his advances. Arthur bit down in frustration, touching her pillow to roll. It was mid july and the heat was unbelivable, great excuse to wear little clothing. I was awoken by some noise my mother was making in her room next door, I noticed that I had formed a tent under the cover with my 6 inch boner. I was thinking about masturbating but I had a better idea, I took the cover off and layed there on my bed naked with a stiff penis pointing right up at me and then pretended to still be asleep. Just a few seconds after I closed my eyes and made a belivable sleeping face. Also, her boobs were growing bigger and faster than other girls her age. She must be a 32 C but she still wore just a slip. Her mother insisted she starts wearing a bra, as her boobs would swing when she ran or even walked a little faster, but Shikha hated the restraining, felt they were too tight. After a brief fight, they compromised that she would start wearing them at school only, but once home she won’t wear the bra.Every afternoon once she came home, she would straight head to her bedroom. With his left hand he slaps my facerepeatedly. After maybe the tenth slap he starts to laugh, ?lookat what a whore you are, so pathetic? and spits on me again. He yanks me up bythe hair and throws me against the wall. He takes down the single tail that wasproudly being displayed on the wall and starts to lash me with it mercilessly.He does this again and again until I can barely breath.I?m huddle in the corner in the tinniest ball I can manage to get my body into.My screams of pain fall on deaf.