His mouth is hot on my neck, then my breasts, then my neck again. His hips are now grinding into me with slow deliberate movements and my hands are un...ontrollable; on his flexed arms, encircling his narrow back, pulling his head closer. His hands suddenly leave my body as he smacks them against the wall on either side of my head. He is now grinding his whole body into me, squeezing me against the wall to the point that I can feel, through his jeans, his thick, rock-hard erection. God damn,. Back pain then on my request he accept to sleep in room as v become good friends, one night I sensed something is on my left boob that time my size was small, that anup hand in sleeping he had putted, then as v both study together I saw he was reproductive system as the same topic I was have I ask to teach him, while he teach I sensed my boobs become tight and some fluid was out from down part so I got scared and told him I will sleep, next day I told my friend about incident she told it is. Please, no ... what are they doing to me ... what’s that ... no, please, don’t drag me down there ... not down there! Jack, please, get them to stop ... they said that they’d stop if you told them to ... please, I can feel claws and teeth on my skin. God, no! Please, don’t let them drag me down to Hell!” Jerry pleaded desperately.“Well, honey, your call. He was going down there in about six months, anyway, after about his third or fourth Vicodin mixed with vodka,” Nicki told me on Jerry’s phone. The curve of her neck became the focus of his lips, a brush, a bite, a taste and all the while his hand, free to explore, grew bolder. The curve of her breast, the hollow of her hip and the soft, yeilding flesh of her buttock, sometimes barely a brush, the merest of touches, sometimes a pulling, almost frantic grab that skirted the borders of pain and pleasure in her already turbulent mind. She did not sit motionless, passive. Her head responded to the pressure of his mouth, her tongue darting.