దగ్గరికి తీసుకొని గట్టిగా నొక్కేసుకొంది శ్రావణి . దగ్గ�...గా సోఫాలో కూర్చోపెట్టుకొన్నాడు . గుండెలలో తలపెట్టుకొని, మన్మధ్! నిన్న ఏదో చెప్పబోతూ ఆపేశావ్, ప్లీజ్ చెప్పవా! అంది.శ్రావణీ ! నీ మొగుడి గురించి నీకు చెడుగా చెప్పేవాళ్ళంటే నీకు ఇష్టం అని నాకు తెలుసు . నీ పద్ధతులకి విరక్తి చెంది నీ మొగుడు దూరంగా ఉంటున్నా , పరిస్థితులు ఎంత ఘోరంగా తయారైనా, ఇంతకాలం నీలో ఏ మార్పు లేదు. కనీసం ఇప్పటికైనా ఒక మంచిమార్పు వచ్చింది. హేపీ ! నా బుజ్జీ ! ఆ వంగపండు రంగు చీర కట్టుకోవా , ప్లీజ్ ! చాలా సెక్సీ గా ఉండే నిన్ను ఆ. " Yeah. I kinda figured that out," I carefully enunciate. Speakingcorrectly is hard work.She lets her arms fall as she looked around. "I guess this is thenursery. I have a room down the hall. It?s the perfect little nook fora teenage girl. I?m fifteen, by the way. Exactly fifteen and a half,just like you?re a year and a half now." How do you know how ood I am?" I peep.She smiles. "Because I have fifteen years? worth of Kristy?s memories.I?ve got a whole other life now. It?s so totally dope!. My once steady pumping turned sporadic and uneven, then slowed. “Keep going, I’m so close!” she cried. I wanted to, I really did. My legs had other plans. Both knees buckled, and I was too tired to try to correct myself. I fell backward with Aubrey still clung to me. We landed hard. She grunted as her knees hit the glass floor and I had the wind knocked out of me. “Are you okay?” she asked.“Yeah,” I gasped, my voice almost a whisper.“Good,” she said, then pinned my shoulders to the ground with. The black A-line skirt, cute with pleats and polka dots, was hanging up, way in the back corner. I’d never seen her wear it. I took it from the hanger and let the soft, flowing fabric sift through my fingers.The hair on the back of my neck stood up and my heart flew into my throat. I had worn pairs of her panties before, but that was about pleasure, about getting off and having something, anything of a woman’s nearby. But I couldn’t wear a skirt. Could I? I wanted to. Why did I want to?My eyes.