"I walked across the factory floor again, same time every day, well I had to pick up the figures, I was going to be in a lot of trouble if the reports...weren’t done on time. Smiling and joking with some of the workforce as I passed by, then taking a deep breath before knocking and entering a side office. Opening the buttons on my blouse and the releasing the catch at the front of my bra I shook my shoulders and my hair and breasts swung free in a single movement. My pussy clenched naked under. Mai is time indore me hu, maine waha rent pe room liya hua hai, ground floor pe makan malik or 1st floor par mai rahta hu, makan malik ke pariwar me 2 bacche uncal or aunty rahte hai bade bacche ki age 15year or chhote ki 10 sal hai, aunty ki umra 35 year hai ,uncal ek private company me job karte hai, or wo jyadatar bahar rahte hai,Mai unke dono baccho se ghul mil gaya ,aunty se bhi kai batn hoti thi , koi bhi kam ho wo mujhe bula liya karti thi,wo dekhne me ki 16 sal ki ladki se kam nahi thi. No, he wasn't frightened. No, he doesn't mind being known as the apple-corer boy," she would say with an air of courtesy that astounded me.It was evident when I got to biology class that Gina had abandoned the custom of wearing the dresses that I had chosen for her. She was already seated when I entered the classroom, dressed in form-fitting jeans and a red sweater that I had not seen before. Her head was turned to the side, obviously avoiding looking my way. I took my seat, resolving to let it. Still, all this seemed normal, and none of us thought otherwise or made any moves on the other guys.Then one day in early July, everything changed.One of the guys, Jason, and he brought him to the swimming hole. This boy, Kenny, was about 1/2 year younger than I was, with very blond, almost white, hair and large, hazel/green eyes, a small turned-up nose, and full, pouty lips. He was the most beautiful boy (no: most beautiful person) I had ever seen, bar none. I just stared at him for what.