Phir mai uske land pe apne mulayam hoto se ek kiss karke khadi ho gayi. Pphir usne mujhe bed par dhakka dekar gira diya. Aur apna muh meri choot par r...kh diya. Aur us par kiss karne laga. Phir usne apni jeebh meri choot me dal di aur hatho se mere boobs daba raha tha. Uske aise karne se mere badan me aag lag gayi. Phir usne apni ek ungli meri choot me dal di. Mujhe halka sa dard hua lekin bad me maza aane laga. Aab mujhe bardast nahi ho raha tha maine usse land choot me dalne ko kaha. Usne kaha. I was on a Saturday expedition, on my own, down a frozen stream bed that chilly afternoon when it happened.In the summer before, I had 'river-walked' the shallow waters of this brook. Now, I was hiking the ice along the same passage. The banks rose above my head only a couple feet, making them about seven deep. Rocks and lumpy, clumpy dirt and tree roots lined the incline. The miniature valley went on some ways ahead of me and I had gone quite a bit along this steep stretch.At one point I. Mary was having problems of her own at work. Her bank was known for being extremely stingy and paid significantly less than the industry median wages. Turnover was high, including in the supervisory ranks, but Mary just couldn't seem to get a toe into the management doorway. Until a new branch manager, Jeff Hudson, took over operations at Mary's branch. He was tall, good looking and extremely articulate, and always looked sharp in a good suit. He also had a bit of a reputation in the company. The coolest thing is not only were boys around my age noticing me but guys my sister knew in the high school did too even though I was still in my last year of middle school, eighth grade. The summer before my entry into high school is where my life drastically changed. In our neighborhood half way down the block lived an older boy named Scott. Scott grew up with us and frequently played with us when we were all kids, but as he got older we saw less and less of him. Mostly because he was.