As they settled in, somewhat gingerly and unsure of what to expect, I broke down and cried.I cried for the pain the two girls had gone through. I crie... for the pain I had made their mothers inflict on them. My gentle lovers had been forced to enforce my cruel discipline. It had been the right thing to do, but it still hurt.As they felt the sorrow and remorse I was feeling, they, too, began to cry, helping me to grieve. We sat together, holding one another, supporting one another, loving one. The nipples were dark and decent in length. If only I was higher I could see EVERYTHING, my thoughts returned to what excuse I could give to my girlfriend for spending long periods of time on the roof at night. There was always some reason to be on the top floor of my house in my office (which annoyingly only looked onto a wall) and I had discovered that a well positioned mirror in the spare room (with a view of the apartments) allowed me to see a light turning on from my desk so I could. I proceeded to my bed room.After sometime I found Sillu standing before full size mirror which was in my bed room. She was watching her from all angles like a Barbey doll. She was looking cute in cloak which had no button but long strap neatly tied knot. Open the robe and show me inners. Bra and v-shaped panty were of black colour. She was looking stunning. I was in a dazed state as a virgin was standing before to be deflowered soon.I asked her to lay on the bed by my side. She earlier had. The only blight in an otherwise perfect neighborhood was Shorty, who lived in the house opposite. I never really understood how Shorty was able to afford such a nice house in the first place, as he didnt even have a job and seemed like kind of a deadbeat, but I guess he got his hands on it somehow. He was an asshole though: uncouth, rude, crude. He was also a midget (not that I had a problem with that). Kelly always said he freaked her out. Like all midgets, he looked a bit deformed, but Shorty.