It’s hard to explain, but I found myself forgetting the horrors of the day. My whole world became the intricate, little details of Tabitha’s prese...ce. Nothing else mattered. I know now that it was a coping mechanism. I had compartmentalised the trauma, and my subconscious was doing whatever it could to slam the lid shut. My right hand, sandwiched between hers, was almost poaching in our combined sweat. But there was no way I was going to pull it away. Instead, I placed my left on top of hers. The voice that cried out was that of someone young.I turned down an alley, moving towards the sounds and I saw a horrifying sight. Three men, all of them dressed like the local thugs in pants that were drooping like they were too big, wife-beater t-shirts and colored bandannas, were systematically kicking a young boy. I could see blood droplets glow briefly as they arced through the harsh beams of the headlights on a chromed-out sedan.When I yelled at them, I think I was a surprised as they. C U n bed'.I looked out just to make sure that her husband had gone to work,then headed next door.I let myself in and proceeded to the bedroom.The room was still dark so could not see her as i went in.I removed my clothes except for my pants and climbed into the bed.As i leant over my eyes began to adjust and i got a shock.Lying in the bed was not the next door milf but her daughter dressed in her school uniform.I expressed my shock and was about to get back out of the bed when she told me to. It was only Jigna left with me now as I continued to lay on my belly with my almost bare back exposed.Jigna’s soft hands touched my shoulders first and then slowly moved down my spine and lower back. She wasn’t spreading the lotion in a singular motion, but was randomly applying the cream in unpredictable and deep circles around my back. Her soft hands and cold cream made me feel very at ease and borderline aroused. She took some more cream and went near my feet, lathering them up in the.