The move to thisnew house, having to say goodbye to Sarah, my aching heart at loosingmy parents.I kept coming back to the fact that I was at home alon... without anyoneto look after me. I was growing up, but I was still only just 11 yearsold. Too young in the eyes of the law to look after myself. But Ididn't want to be sent away to a home or put with foster parents whomay not look after me the way my mum and dad did.I finished my drink and went back upstairs to my room. It was abouttime I got. Haan to shuru karti hoon jaisa ki aap sab jante hain ki mene pehli baar apne phufa ji aur bua ji ko chudai karte hue dekha tha koi bhi ladki ya ladka jisne aisa kuch dekha ho uske mann mei aisa to hoga hi ki kash ek baar mein bhi try karoon kisi ke sath jab dekhne me itna maza aata hai to karne mei kitna maza aata hoga so ab mere mann me ekHi baat rehti ki kash mujhe bhi koi chod deta phufa ji to gaon chale jate the bua ji aur mein ek room me soote the to koi sawal hi nahi tha ki kisi ke saath. The conductor closed the cabins door and disappeared and switched on the dim lights which enable a private atmosphere as if u r in ur room.I was just thinking about what blunder I had done when I felt something bump into my shoulders.I just looked to my right and I saw that pinky was sleeping on my shoulders and her odhni had gone up to her neck and I was getting the best view of her cleavage and one of her nipples, I could make out that she had long dark brownish nipples and her boobs were. "Come on then. Tell me everything."In the eight days since Jesse Newall had moved into the house next door my life had gone from generally careful and directionless to a total pile up. He'd come along and invaded my life and then made me hate him. It was obvious that the most beautiful boy I'd ever met hated me, his behaviour to that point was inexcusable. Eight days later he had still only said twelve words to me. Every time he saw me he scowled. I saw him at lunch chatting and joking with the.