..because, last time (part one), I admitted it---I’m afraid of high school girls and now, after Shani’s scowl, I realized I..I’m...afraid...of.....afraid of middle school girls, too. There. I said it.I wouldn’t want you to think that I liked what those cheerleaders did to me a week ago. No way. I had succumbed to fear. Just like I wouldn’t want you to think that looking at Shani’s ass was because of how it jiggled and twitched. No! Okay, so her designer denim shorts fit perfectly but I only. Hope you people will enjoy. this is my mail ID .your feedbacks are welcomed. Without wasting time let’s jump into my story.It was my last day of engineering so we’re celebrating our last day at my friend apartment. Only my friends and I were der 6 boys and 5 girls. The evening went very well we enjoyed a lot. But then an unexpected thing happened with me for which every guy dream off. It was around 1:30 am. Few were drunk and we went for a night ride. I was on my bike and Aditi sat on my. Handprints weren’t really on the table, as hers would pretty much cover his entire torso, so she began to paint on him instead. His scales were sensitive, ticklish, shivers rolling down his spine as her dull claws brushed them. She was painting him with strange runes and geometric patterns of unknown meaning. They followed the natural contours of his body, the Krell pausing to paint a floral pattern around his navel. He twitched and twisted, struggling to keep still, his breathing growing. . Oh Daddy, they were so dirty and they made me do terrible things," I said, my body now trembling in his arms."What things Steffie?" Dad asked, horror now etched on his face, clearly living his worst nightmare, the defilement of his only daughter, but unable now not to hear all the gruesome details."Oh Daddy! It was so terrible," I cried as I wriggled in his arms, the blond curls on my pubic mound being crushed by his pulsing shaft. "The big, fat, greasy one put his thing in my mouth Daddy, he.