.." and her voice trailed off.I crossed the room and stood next to her, within reach. Her eyes dropped to the ground. She was so vulnerable it made me...ache. I took my hand and gently lifted her chin up so I could see her face. She looked embarrassed and uncomfortable. I held my arms out to her and she rushed into my embrace. I held her, feeling the soft skin of her back under my hands. She felt small, but after she took a deep, calming breath, she felt stronger than she had at first. She was. Too big and round for her personality. They stand out of her body in her tight salwar kameez. I touched them couple of times with my elbow while teaching her. She was little poor in English as she was from some village n recently joined pg. I used to clear her doubts.I usually share my official number with trainees in case of any help.Once I left pune she started sending gm and gn messages everyday. I was nev bothered as I had no interest in personal touch with her. One day she said ‘hello sir’. I knew I was going to leave her a hickey and sucked on her neck harder. I traced my tongue down to her left breast, taking her nipple into my mouth and sucking hard. As I suckled on her breast, my hand traced the curve of her inner thigh, finding her already soaking wet pussy. I gently slipped a finger inside her as my head moved to her other breast. She groaned loudly as I slid a second finger into her wet hole and slowly started to finger her aching twat. Kelly held my head to her breasts,. I'm the kooky chick. I don't like my school, or this town. I came here to get away. At a sufficient distance my parents won't bother to nose around. The electronic tether isn't too tight: texting is an alien concept to mom, let alone the language of it. As for my father, to him language itself is an alien concept. I have money to blow. I'm not ashamed of it. Not obscenely rich, but I can be self-indulgent. It's an attitude as well as a fact. Maybe it's the attitude that's poisonous, but the.