Woh boli, “Yahi chiz jo tum abhi kar rahe ho. Agar itna pasand hai mere legs toh le jao apne sath.”Maine bola, “Nahi aisi koi baat nahi hai.” ...sne bola, “Bano mat, tumko kya lagta mujhe pata nahi lagega ki tumhari nazrein kaha rehti hai.” Main bola, “Dekho bohut pasand hai mujhe tumhare legs, bohut sexy lagte hai uniform mein.” Woh boli, “Agar aisa hai toh jao class ke doors band karo aur idhar aao.”Main doors close karke aa gaya. Usne bola, “Kneel down,” to main ghutnon pe baith gaya. Woh mere. We'd talk over iced tea in the garden, or over hot chocolates in the den, giggling like schoolgirls and telling each other our secrets. I told her about how Rex had been in the early days, or the time I got smoking weed beneath the high school bleachers. In turn, I found out that she'd never been with a boy, hadn't even kissed one before. I asked her, with only mild interest and no judgement, if she liked girls instead. She simply blushed and fell silent, changing the subject to something else. I don’t have any bad intentions for her but seeing her ass used to masturbate daily imagining fucking her ass.Slowly I made my moves towards her which she reacted as weirdly for me. I have stopped my moves with fear, but it is sexual urge it makes us to do anything so resumed my moves this time there is much better reaction from her and asked for her number she responded well given her number. Initially I started to send gud mrng gud nyt msgs and later on it started as frequent chats and luck. She cleared her throat, looked around and began to recount a story of love and betrayal. Her parents’ faces were emotionless, not a grimace escaped their placid features. An awkward silence followed Veronica’s heart-wrenching confession and all the while her father’s gaze had been penetrating deep into her soul. The grandfather clock ticked away in the corner, but to Veronica each second felt like an eternity, each tick a gunshot piercing her heart as she stood, terrified before the jury,.