Teasing me with now gentle caresses. Unable to breathe for a moment as I feel his fingers sliding across my pussy lips. Frozen in fear as I feel his ...humb begin to gently rub my clit. Then slipping his fingers inside my pussy his other hand holds my lips apart as he begins to finger fuck me. Slipping his other hand lower as his fingers pinches my clit. Crying out not sure if from the pleasure or pain. Unable to hold back my responses. His eyes never once leaving my face as his harsh hands. But, surprisingly, I saw her gloomy face suddenly brighten up.“How about Kushal? He is a sweet boy. He will understand when we tell him. And we can keep it within the family, too,” my disoriented mother said, with a rejuvenated sense of happiness. She was suggesting my elder cousin brother, to get the ‘job’ done.“Why don’t you try talking to him, Karthik? You are close with him,” she further added. My mom was just not going to forget her wish easily. She wanted it so badly, she was not at all. A dawn prayer service in memory of Kelly Amir who was killed six years earlier just a few weeks short of her twelfth birthday, and Amy Jones who died trying to rescue Kelly. Sixteen year old Gerry Mannheim says a special prayer for Amy, his first lover. The whole clan is present at their joint grave. It’s a particularly poignant service this year. Mid-morning King Herbert and Queen Lara will be conducting the official opening of the new Kelly Amir Primary School. King Edward will be on the same. ”I closed my eyes and thought about what she was saying. Was I afraid of love, of opening myself up? Was I hiding? Were we really on the same page? Maybe.When she reached across the table and took my hand, she jarred me out of my thoughts. I looked at her leaning forward, gazing into my eyes with that slight smile. She gently rubbed my hands with her thumb and then tightened her grip on them as if pulling me into her heart. “Don't be afraid. Take me with you to Bolinas. You won't be sorry.”Her.