My bell-end rubs into her nice pert round little tushy, wetting her dainty little panties, just beneith the stiff little tutu frille sticking out so daintily from her wonderful hips. I giggle slackly. Indian sex My warped mind lusts over her. I whisper mocking chants into her ear as face is nestled into it’s fetid prison. I stroke the back of her pretty little head, being so gentle with her. My body stinks of B.O. I lick her ear. Fwooooah! My lips make sick little fwooooah sounds. Slowly and quietly and gently the constant bullying and loneliness spoils and warps my mind. Shelly stinks now! and fish and faeces. My boyhood yearns for Shelly as I watch the girls change for Ballet. My shitty cock pushes. I stink between my hips, like fish at the front, and faeces at the back. Not any more. I rape. One day, Shelly is all alone in the changing rooms as I
