..... but as I whimper....quietly.....can't wake Mom and Dad..... I imagine my blood gushing out of me as I die...... but it's not me..... not me feel...ng this..... it's Jemma..... sweet little Jemma... Why am I so fucked up? And why can't I stop thinking about her when I hurt myself? Later... on the way to school... the warmth of the duct tape adventure still making my cunt, belly and thighs tingle, I meet up with the Bitches. That's what we call ourselves.... Sally, Pam, and me... the. She had undone most of the buttons. Though her shirt had not been fully parted to the sides, her teasing cleavage was clearly revealed.“Can you touch my boobs, and tell me if they feel real?” Tanisha asked Sidharth, very casually, and a certain calmness in her voice.“What is wrong with you? Are you crazy?” Sidharth could not believe what he had just heard. He had his hands on his head, in pure disbelief.“Stop overreacting Sidharth. They are fake tits! I just got a boob-job done, and spent a lot. More

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