Of course,such warnings couldn't keep certain children away, even to save theirlives.So far, the bridge has stood the ravages of time. There was talk...ofdemolishing the bridge, and even replacing it with a brand-new much-stronger bridge. But so far, nothing had come of the talk.This particular summer day, two apparent eleven-year-old girls wereholding hands and walking through the fields, chatting and enjoying thecompanionship and the outdoors. If one looked close enough, one wouldstill see. .Nenu: yenti….Akka: aaa aaa adhenayya games sports avevo untayi kadhaya..Nenu: haa cricket aadathanandi…Ila matladuthu matladuthu thana paitanu mellaga pakkaki jaruputundhi thanu naku koncham cross ga kurchundhi… Naku jacket lo nunchi naaku clear ga boobs kanipisthunnay…. Thanu white jacket vesukundhi naakinka clear ga kanipisthunnay… Naaaku pichekkipothundhi… Meedhakekki vaatini gattiga nalipeyyalanipisthundhi….Akka: yem chesthunnav babuNenu: aa aaa adhi meee pakka naa phone undhi… Phone. We leaned in again, I was holding her face with one hand and pulled her hair with the other. Komal just stood, on her toes wrapping her arms around my neck and our kiss got better with time. We were switching our lips from upper to lower, both the tip of our tongues were pressing each other trying to be the first in each other’s mouths.I started moving my hand from her face to her neck, towards her shoulder and circling the outer edge of her breast. I slid my thumb in her cleavage, gripping her. Blood must surely be running down the front of my body by now. But the only way to stop it was to take his cock into my throat once more.I began applying force on my own this time. I wasn't successful. Not at first. But the pressure on my nipple continued to increase and finally I leaned forward, bringing all of my weight to bear on the point where the head of his cock was pressing against the battered entrance to my throat and just when I concluded that it wasn't going to happen, something.