” she looked at the sewing machine, “or a twin needle machine. Most bikinis are knits.”“And then there are different yarns, that they’re mad... of,” Fenella was arranging the fabrics on the table, “but you can try them all and see how they work. It looks like you can sew properly anyway.” She looked at Lizzie and Saffs in the fabric that matched the brown offcuts on the table.“Well I have a lot to learn,” beamed Lizzie.“We can help you if you like,” smiled Jamila, “how to add stretch allowances. Sam smiled as we danced around the floor. I asked her about her room and she said her cousin was going to Jim's room and she would be all alone. She purposely got a room on a different floor from her parents. She didn't want to take any unnecessary chances.At the end of the night everyone was saying goodnight. I said goodnight to the Bates, Sam's parents. I told them I would see them the next day. Mom had invited them over for dinner. I then offered to walk Sam to her room. Jim offered to walk. ”“You sure?”“It’s alright love, I’ve not had a piss.”Dick got to his knees and started lapping at my pussy. I’ve had much better if I’m honest. So I grabbed his thinning hair and shoved him closer. “Deeper Dick, you’re not even getting past my outer lips.”“I’m not used to this.”I flicked the top of his head. “You’re not getting up until I get some satisfaction.”Finally he started putting some effort into it. Dick’s tongue finally found my clit and he started batting it about. I rested my head. My mother asked me to take off my t-shirt which was torn and dirty. I took off my t-shirt and stood there in my shorts in front of her. She examined the bruises all over my body. I stood there like a fool while she tucked her sari at her waist and switched on the geezer and took a piece of cloth and dabbed it in hot water and poured dettol into it and began to apply over my bruises. She crouched on the floor as she applied the cloth over my injuries on my leg and suddenly all my pain and anger.