I can’t respond. I’m frozen. It’s just pure and raw emotion inside me. Opening my mouth will only set off the stream of tears that I’m trying ...o fight back. “DAMN IT MICHELLE, WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG!” The dam bursts. Yelling at me was the catalyst that caused my tears start flowing uncontrolled. Trails of moisture run down my cheeks. I need get out, I need to leave. I jump up from the bed clutching the quilt to my chest. I scan around the room looking for my clothes. My inner schoolgirl. Finally, he turned to me and said he needed to go "take care of it".I showed him my buddy's extra room, which he kept for friends who needed to crash after a night of drinking, etc. We talked for a second more and then I said "Well, I guess I'll leave you alone....." He looked at me and said "You don't have to go." I thought for a second and then said "Cool." I unbuttoned my pants and started rubbing my cock through my underwear. I had a nice dribble of precum starting. At this point I thought. Lata thori dair to leti rahi, uske baad wo uthi aur nange badan par chadar daal kar kamre se bahar ayi aur bathroom mai choot dhoone ke baad bahar ayi, tabi uski chadar gir pari aur mai uske samne khara hoo gaya, usne apni dono choochiya apne hatho se dakh li , magar mai age bara aur uske dono hath ko khol diye , taki uski mast choochiyo ko dekh saku , such nimo bari mast thi, isse pahele ki wo kuch bolti maine uski dono chochiyo ka apne hatho mai le liya aur uske raseli hotho par apne hoth. "So... umm... Who or what exactly are you?" I asked.She reached down and picked me up. I noticed now I was wearing a verypretty green dress from sometime before the 1900's. Actually it wasn'ttoo far removed from what Merida's dress in Brave looked like. As shepicked me up I could tell there was a thicker underwear on me still. Isighed at that.She took her finger and brought my face to look up at hers. "Don't besad. I'm not sure if you'll be able to get to that stage of maturity ornot again.