We were in middle of a game so aunty was helping me with my cards. I was too engrossed in my game and never realized when I rested my right hand elbow...over aunt’s left boob. She did not even move me nor resisted me, infact I realized after some time when I could feel her hard erect nipple from beneath her kameez on my elbow. Suddenly a shiver ran down my body and I could not concentrate in game. I was kind of excited and with the encouragement show by arpita aunty, I pushed her nipple with my. I was hoping Marissa would pick up on my worry, and address it. She did. “Don’t worry about my father and step-mother, David. That’s my problem, not yours. I won’t lie to you: I’m fifteen. But I date a lot and I fuck a lot, and they know I’m active because they were the ones that put me on the pill, and that was four years ago. I know what I want in sex, and I know what I’m doing, and if you want it, we can fuck all night and all morning. All night and all morning. All night . . . and. The abortion, to me, is something I can deal with. In the end it is your body. If you decided to abort it, I can deal with that because I know that you only want to have our children. But to kill the baby because you hate another so much, it is more than I can understand.”Kendi pulled the covers up to her bare chest. She didn’t need to; I hadn’t looked at her breasts the whole time I spoke. Either my words or my actions had gotten through to Kendi. She sat there, covering herself, in deep. The wheels rest on the gym floor and can move forward or backward to match the pony’s movement when the deck of the treadmill begins to move.“Who on earth thought of this?” asks Jenny, beaming in happy contemplation of clever kink engineering.“Me!” replies Charlotte. “You know Corinne and I were friends when we were at University in Cambridge? Everyone in Cambridge uses bicycles because the whole town is as flat as a pancake but, if you are a runner, a treadmill is good because you can change.