I went in and set in the study room she brought me water and moved back I was watching her heavy back. She was really full of juice… But I could not...do anything. After some days I asked her brothers about her and they told me that “she is Sonika (Sonu) she is studying in class 10th” I said “ok” after some months both of brothers passed with good marks but she did not got good marks because she was not good in her studies. So her mother requested me to teach her for the final exams and I was. The way in which she touched my flesh, the manner in which her tender gaze fell upon my own… Once the initial fright had worn off, I slipped further and further away from myself, at least the Kristen I once knew. Maybe becoming someone new wasn’t such a bad idea after all? The old adage of ‘getting away from it all’ certainly held a much more poignant meaning for me. I watched her every move with scrupulous curiosity. Watching those muscles contort with such proficiency and ease… There was. I touched it. It was so soft. Ron proceeded to give me instruction. We sniffed her, touched her and lightly licked her. Her scent increased. Her flower started to open. Her nectar started to excreet on to her labia, glistening in beads on her pubic hair. Ron used his thick fingers to spread her open. He taught me about the clitorus and its hood. Then I finally got my first taste. It was so beautiful. Like pee and roses with a touch of honey. Bitter and salty and sweet at the same time. Ron. Damn him for his lady-hypnotizing winsomeness and handsomeness. I do not have to be bewitched and cast under a prevailing, all-supreme spell like the others. No, I don't have to as well end up this way. No!"I imagine that I am the one who can lend you a helping hand," he pitches back at me. I aim and strive to be cold-blooded and remorseless and unfeeling with my facial mien and countenance, but he ploughs on being gentle and lenient and unselfish with me, up till I have no any other.