She was pretty and she was dressed like a young girl dresses not a whore.She was wearing a top that had some Disney character on it and she had on sho...ts that matched the top. She had on athletic shoes with knee high socks. A pack of cigarette's had been stuffed in the left sock. She had shoulder length blonde hair that was done in pig tails. She was short and almost completely flat, just bumps where tits should be. She looked younger than her fourteen years and she knew how to play even. I'd worn silk instead of cotton panties because I thought they would be more soothing to my inflamed and bruised labia. I was right, the soft silk felt gentle, reminding me of how Randy's tongue had sought entrance there."I hear you and Patty are looking for a larger home," I said to change the subject, successfully. The mention of a larger home was all it took for Peter to launch into a diatribe about the complexities of searching for the perfect house. While talking, he happened to mention. Sumita aunty jo ki mera friend Krunal ki mother hai. aunty ka figure 36-28-38 tha. Vo karib 40 year ki thi. Unka body dudh jesi white thi.Jab vo chalti thi to unki chutar ko dekhte hi chodne ka man ho jata tha. Krunal or mai ek dusre ke khas friends the. vo mere ghar ke paas mai hi rahta tha. Hum log exam ke time pe unke ghar par padjhai karne jate the. jab mai aunty ko dekhta to mera land khada ho jata tha. Vo hamesha ghar par gown pahanti thi. Ek din jab mai krunal ko milne ke liye unke ghar. " Hmm. It might not be safe to try to get back with Sir Henry anyway, now that you are pregnant." Why not? He wouldn't hurt me."The Colonel stared at her, then pointed out, "He wouldn't, but everybody else would call you a collaborator, and to be completely fair to them, they would have good reason for doing so."She looked at him horrified, as he continued, "After all you have not exactly screamed 'rape' when I take you to bed, nor have you made any attempt to escape, or to avoid being seen.