I’ll call her Dina, which of course isn’t her real name or anything close to it. xx video I always brought my lunch from home because my mother didn’t believe in such concepts as pocket money. Of course we could have hidden somewhere and watched, but that would have been too much like tempting fate. I thought it was because, as the newcomer, she was out of the cliques and cabals of the rest of the class, and decided to make friends with the only other loner around. Luckily I had on a black skirt, so no bloodstains were showing, though I had the intensely uncomfortable sensation of half-congealed blood clots crawling down my vagina and turning my knickers into a sodden mess.
