She was wearing no panties underneath and the crotch area inside of the cotton jogging pants was already wet with her juices, as I delved lower to str...ke gently over her mound, which was shaved, soft and fleshy and a little slippery by now. As I stroked her pussy, her lubrication welcomed my fingers into her warm wet cunt as she opened her thighs slightly to expose herself to my probing fingers. Rubbing the juices on my fingers, I began to circle her clitoris and then used my fingers to stroke. But I didn't really mix with other kids. In the playground I mostlyhung around on the edge and watched the other kids playing. I watchedthe girls, obviously, playing skipping or whatever. I thought girlswere better than boys, smarter, nicer, and so on. I tried to makefriends with them and sometimes I think they felt sort of sorry for me.But it was a bit awkward, and mostly I tried to hang out with the boys,even though I didn't like them much. But more than that, I just stoodon the side and. I thought about it for a minute and then looked at him. ‘What do you mean?’ ‘Well, we both want what we think is unattainable. We both want to be clean, we both want to stay on the straight and narrow, we both want someone to love us, to somehow validate our lives. To us, we need that validation. We can’t just wake up and say, ‘I’m a good person. I deserve to live. I deserve to be happy’. We need something or someone to tell us this constantly, on a daily basis.’ I sat there, running my. Let's get some lunch so that you can get to your next class on time." You're right," Lucy said looking back at the old woman. The woman raised an angry fist in her direction.Two young men wearing shirts with the name of the university on them approached talking animatedly. There were carrying plastic tubes, the kind that was often used to hold large photographs. Lost in their conversation, the pair bumped into Lucy and Natalie. Lucy was knocked back, but Natalie had seen them coming and braced.