Date: Fri, 21 Apr 2006 22:27:34 +0300
From: Mozzie <mozzie@zalau.ro>
Subject: Suzie # 2

This is the story of a girl's sexual awakening and her experiences and
those of her friends. How her curiousity and self-doubt bring her to
explore new heights in pleasure. The story will develop to show instances
of masturbation, M/F, M/F/F, F/F, M/M - if any of this is likely to cause
you offence, please do not read on ....


I sat in my room marvelling at everything that had just happened, trying
desperately to burn the images into my mind, reliving each and every minute
time and again. I was still trying to get things sorted out in my head.

I heard the bathroom door open and the sound of fast padding footsteps
heading for Tun's room.

The thought of having that hard rod inside me met with two reactions, the
first was excitement but the second was fear. His cock was far bigger than
the carrot that had caused me so much pain. I had heard that boys' cocks
could range from small to huge but couldn't ever get it tied down to an
actual measurement. At that time I was locked out of the sort of websites
that I eventually turned to, so I couldn't even look it up in anything
other than grade school books. I didn't know if Tun was small or huge, this
uncertainty only added to my mixed emotions and fear.

What I was sure of is that I had enjoyed the power of having a boy under my
control. I nearly squealed with the memory of feeling that throbbing,
twitching and pulsing tool oozing its goo onto my hand. I couldn't get my
head around the fact that I had had a near naked boy in my room to play
with while I stayed fully clothed.

I had smelt that goo and even tried the smallest taste on the very tip of
my tongue. It was odd but not unpleasant. It was now dry though and I had
to wash it off, the bathroom was free so over I went.

Stood at the basin I looked at myself in the mirror, had I changed ? Did I
now look like some depraved whore ? No, I still looked like little ole
me. I ran over the events for the billionth time, it was a few minutes
before I went in search of his briefs. Sure enough they were right on top
of the pile in the laundry basket, clearly his discretion had some limits.

I held them up, trying to catch some kind of outline or impression of that
wonderful crotch. I looked inside and was amazed. I had thought there was
going to be a little of that goo inside but instead it was a big puddle, a
huge puddle. It had slopped from the waistband all down one side and had
pooled along the leg elastic. It was in long white sticky strands and was
starting to dry, sticking the crumpled cloth together.

The impatient calling from the bottom of the stairs stopped me in my
tracks. Just how do mothers always know the exact moment to interrupt you
at your most sinful ? We had to go shopping; yes I had promised that I
would help. I couldn't believe that the very moment of my first sexual
experience with a boy would end with following my mother around a
supermarket. I remember sighing with a sort of resigned anticlimax and
stuffed Tun's briefs down the side of the laundry basket so, at least, they
wouldn't be the first thing that met the eye.

The trip to the supermarket was the usual drudge, the only useful
information was that Tun was going to be returned to his own parents and
perhaps returned to Asia in the morning. I nearly smirked when mum said
that he was very sad at first but was quite chirpy when she had just looked
in on him.

The day plodded on same ole, same ole. Tun came down to dinner and smiled a
little shyly at me. He toyed with his food and went back to his room. After
dinner I loaded up the dishwasher and mum handed me a small pile of
laundered clothes to take to Tun. I tapped on his door and went in. He was
sitting at the end of his bed, still watching TV with no sound. I put the
clothes on the bed. He said something but I didn't understand it. I smiled,
nodded and went to leave. I mean, just how am I supposed to face a boy that
I had been so intimate with just that morning ? He started to speak, point
at the clock and rested his head against both hands 'sleeping'. I
understood, at least I thought I did, he was telling me that he was leaving
in the morning. I nodded, smiled again and walked out.

Desperately in need of a pee, I went to the bathroom. Emotionally I felt
sort of empty, I thought I should be feeling sorry that the object of my
first sexual desire was leaving, but there was nothing. It was almost like
he had served his purpose. Pee finished, curiosity took me back to he
laundry basket. I wanted to take another look at me 'prize'. I found the
briefs; the white goo had gone. The crumpled cloth had dried into a crisp
slightly green layer on the blue material. It smelt different from the
white slippery goo that I had had on my hand. I realised that, just as
though I had everything clear in my own mind, I still had a lot to confuse
me.

I spent the evening watching a DVD and heard my parents going to their
room. I thought that my parents must have had the same kind of experience
that I had had that morning and found the whole thought kinda gross. I had
a shower before I settled down for bed, all the time glancing to that door
top window for any sign that I might have an audience, but there was
nothing. I strolled across the landing in my robe, watching Tun's door for
any sign but there was just darkness under it.

I lounged around for a short time and got ready for bed. I slid under my
quilt, ready for a long night of self-pleasuring already reliving the
events of the morning in my mind. I went over the experience again and
again, trying not to allow my memory to be corrupted by the flights of
fantasy that started to change things a little. My left hand was in its
familiar position inside my panties, gently stroking my clit. My right hand
was roaming over my breasts, brushing over my hard nipples. My whole body
was eventually tingling and I started to push my hips forward, triggering
the memory of Tun pushing his hips into my rubbing hand.

I froze; there was a tapping at the door. Again I wondered how mothers knew
just when to interrupt. I did the half-awake routine and murmured. The door
opened and Tun quickly spun into the room around the door and quietly
closed it behind him.

I sat up and switched on my bedside reading light. Speaking in hushed
whispers I told him to leave, but he just smiled not understanding at
all. I thought back to his frantic signed message when I had delivered his
clothes; my heart sank, could he have been asking to join me later when my
parents were asleep ? I would have to try and correct all this
misunderstanding.

Tun was wearing just some white shorts. Perhaps they had been in the pile
of laundry that I had delivered. They certainly weren't new; they were like
very short football shorts. I couldn't help trying to sneak at peak at what
I imagined would be that lump again.

He saw me looking and smiled. I desperately tried to wave my hand in some
sort of 'no no no' gesture. He smiled again and gently took hold of my
hand. I have to admit that I only half resisted, by now I was pretty much
aroused by my interrupted masturbation and I did want to feel that power
over the boy again.

He guided my hand towards him and let it go when it was heading in the
right direction. I let it settle on his thigh and started to gently stroke
his leg. He moved closer towards me and reached out towards my breasts. You
have to remember that my nipples were already rock hard and straining
against my nightshirt. I caught his hand and moved it to the bed on my far
side. This left him leaning across me; he kissed me on the lips gently, oh
so gently. It was barely a brush of lip on lip but it was beautiful.

He was side on to me. I moved my other hand to stroke his chest and his
back, while my left hand continued to work its way up his thigh. I started
to extend my fingers to brush them against what I though was going to be
that lump. Instead I found very hard pipe shape already standing upright
inside his shorts. As my fingers brushed up its length I felt it jump, that
lovely lovely throbbing that so turned me on.

I couldn't help myself. I had really intended to send him away. Instead I
wrapped my hand around that pipe in his shorts and started to slowly pump
him again. Still leaning across me he started to kiss me with lots and lots
of little touches of the lips.

My thumb caught in something in his shorts, I paused to explore this. It
was an opening in the cloth, I reached in and my fingers suddenly touched
something very hot, very very hard and it pulsed at my very touch. Oh
yesssssss !!! My whole hand quickly found its way inside that opening and
was fingering that whole length in the flesh. Tun was having breathing
problems again and I relished my power over this cute boy on my bed.

I felt Tun lift his bum off the bed for just an instant and realised that
he had pulled the quilt away from underneath him, all the time showering me
with little soft kisses. My mind was a whirl. I surely wasn't going to stop
working with my left hand and I didn't want the kissing to stop. To be
honest I didn't know what I wanted right then.

The opening in his shorts was a little restricting, so I reluctantly let go
and quickly pushed my hand down inside the waistband of his shorts. My
fingers slid straight down his length and my palm came to rest on the very
end, I felt a small drop of wet on my palm and a very very rewarding pulse
caused the whole thing to rise powerfully against my hand.

With his left hand still supporting his weight across my body he pulled his
shorts down with his right, just kicking them off when they finally reached
his feet. There, right in front of me, was a boy's penis. Beautiful, it was
so perfect. I gripped it again; it was so hard it was like a length of
wood. It was warm, the very tip looked shiny and almost purple in the light
from my reading lamp.

I ran my thumb over that shiny swollen tip and felt Tun tremble as I did
it. I started to pump it up and down again, this time without any clothes
in the way. Almost immediately I stopped, fascinated as that purple top
became shrouded in the tube of skin that rose up to cover it. Very very
slowly I moved that skin all the way up until it couldn't go up anymore a
small collection of loose skin over the top of that hard rod. Then equally
slowly I pulled it all the way back, watching the top emerge from it's
covering, I kept on pulling back until I met some real resistance.

Tun was gasping; this made me look back at him. At some stage he had
stopped kissing my lips, and was now kissing my stomach. He had lifted my
nightshirt and was working his way up to my breasts. In my own mind I
justified this by thinking it was only something that I would do to myself
while thinking of fondling Tun anyway. He started to lift my nightdress all
the way up. It seemed only natural that I lift my arms to allow him to take
it off. As soon I raised my arms he smiled a most beautiful broad smile and
lifted my nightshirt away.

I was well into this by then, my hand speeded up the gently pumping, all
the time pulling and pushing just as far as his skin would let me. He was
struggling to breathe and lay across me for a short moment, laying the side
of his face on my breast. I was concentrating on his shaft and saw a single
dribble of that white goo come out of the slit in the top. I thought he had
ejaculated again. He put his hand on mine and held it still, I wasn't sure
if he just needed a rest or if my hard pull-push was hurting him. I decided
to allow him a break and let my hands start to stroke his back, his legs
and his bum basically anything that I could reach.

He lowered his head and those beautiful gentle kisses started to bombard my
nipples. My brain started to swell; I swear it did. A hot torrent of
tingling liquid rushed from my breasts to my mound back and forth, until it
settled as a throbbing whirlpool deep in my vagina. He started to gently
touch my other nipple with his hand while his lips kept up the onslaught on
the other. I reached back down, unable to help myself, my fingers collided
with his swollen shaft which was standing upright between his legs, I
grabbed it and started to pump it frantically, driven on by the growing
pressure in my mound. He reached down and once again, pulled my hand away,
although this time he met with a lot more resistance.

He moved his legs on the bed. I was lying on my back. He lay on his side
beside me. He was leaning across me showering his feather light kisses on
my mouth, then my breasts. I was on my own planet by now, my own little
world. My hand had come to rest on his erection again and was simply gently
fiddling with it. Almost absent-mindedly it just seemed so natural. I felt
the familiar sliding of a hand down inside my panties and a finger touch my
clit. The fact that the hand wasn't mine didn't matter by this time. His
touch on my clit was electric. I couldn't help myself, my hips thrust
against his hand. I felt his fingers go inside, it felt smooth and slick,
slippery. His fingers slid in and out, the pressure built inside me and it
felt like a tap was gushing ooze out of me.

His kiss changed, his lips met mine for the millionth time, but this time
they stayed there and his tongue crept into my mouth. At the same time his
hand picked up the tempo pushing deeper and deeper inside me. He started to
move beside me, I felt his leg move over mine - for the first time panic
overtook lust. He was going to put that iron hard rod inside of me, replace
his probing fingers with that rigid shaft. Inwardly I cringed at the
prospect of the pain, surely this would be crippling compared to the pain
caused by my carrot.

He must have felt my mood change and everything stopped. His head snapped
round to look at the door. My reaction must have been so sudden he probably
thought my parents had walked in. He looked at me and smiled in a
questioning way, he was confused. I tried to shake my head but he just
looked on not understanding. I pushed him back, nearly off the bed and I
rolled onto my side to face him. Trying to catch my breath so I could start
to explain that I wasn't ready to go that last step. He pulled himself
completely back onto the bed and wound up lying flat on his back beside me.

I reached across and started gently stroking his shaft as I tried to
explain to him. As each of my strokes went over that swollen end, the whole
shaft rose powerfully pushing my fingers away. We started kissing again and
I just knew that in a matter of minutes we would be back where we just left
off. I moved around and knelt astride his thighs, pulling my panties
straight as I did so. My whole body was so sensitive to touch by now, that
the feel of the gusset on my mound brought a renewed shudder through me. I
moved up his body so I could carry on kissing him, simply to gain some
time, simply to find a way to work out what I wanted that wouldn't cause me
pain.

I hadn't intended to move up so my mound was resting squarely on the length
of his rod but, once it had happened, it felt instantly good. Just the
pressure against my slit, even through my panties, was fantastic. I leaned
forward to kiss him and rubbed my mound against his shaft, feeling it throb
upwards with such force against my clit. All of my pent up lust rushed
out. The hot swirling whirlpool that had settled deep in my vagina rushed
back as a swirling torrent, the pressure inside me built up in smashing
waves. I sat upright and started thrusting my hips down and forward,
forcing my panties and all they contained along the length of his rigid
cock. It wasn't long before I had worked my way forward, his shaft was
straining upward and came squarely in line with my sopping wet vagina as I
drove it down onto him. My panties stopped it; maybe it went in less than
an inch. Without that thin layer he would have penetrated me for sure. I
didn't care, the extra sensation of that glorious hard shaft nudging me
started to push me over the edge.

I edged backwards a little, simply to get more of that lovely hard tube in
contact with my yearning slit. I had lost all thought of Tun, all I could
feel is the pressure building inside me. It built to a point where I was
sure I was going to scream, then a dam burst somewhere. The whirlpool in my
vagina exploded and took my breath with it, as the hot liquid metal river
gushed out of me. Breathless but regaining some sort of control I eased up
on my pelvic thrusting, not sure my heart could take another of those.

Tun's hands were on my hips and moving me back and forth, I'm not sure if
they had been there all along. He was tense, his stomach was tense, he was
holding his breath and his back was arched even with me sat on his hips. I
just looked at his cock to see what was happening there when I saw another
white drop fly maybe an inch out of that slit. I though he had ejaculated
again, really I did, I thought that was it. The second spurt caught me
completely by surprise, his shaft rose about three inches from his stomach
and a thick stream shot out so far it hit him on the shoulder. There were
another six maybe eight spurts, which left his chest and stomach covered
with long trails of thick white goo.

As my breath returned so did my senses and panic. Surely we must have made
a noise, surely my parents would be knocking at the door in the next
second. I had a naked boy in my bed, covered in his ejaculation - there
would be no excuses for this one. I dashed to the door to peer out. Moments
later, Tun's panic joined mine as he joined me to see what I was
investigating. He pointed to himself, then to his room and smiling. Yes,
very wise, his meaning this time was clear. I nodded and opened the door a
little more. He smiled and kissed me gently on the lips. His shorts in one
hand, the other trying to stop the good from dripping off his body onto the
carpet, he padded naked back to his room.

The coast was clear. I had thought my panties would be drenched with
whatever had rushed out of me. They were wet but certainly not drenched as
I thought they were. I straightened my bed. I found a few spots of Tun's
squirt on my pillow. I opened the window to relieve the overwhelming smell
of bodies and sweat. I relived the whole experience again and again. My
main doubt is if I should have allowed this boy inside me. Gradually I was
beginning to doubt my belief that it would hurt as much as I thought.

Sometime I allowed myself to fall asleep

I woke the following morning and sort of lingered, almost not wanting to
watch Tun go. It was nothing emotional. In fact, quite the opposite, I felt
nothing. It was almost as if he was an object that had served a purpose. I
felt guilty having used him like that. I felt guilty that I should be
feeling some sense of loss. I thought I was turning into some sort of
monster. Mum called me down to say goodbye, he smiled, I smiled and he got
in the car - gone. Just like that. Weird, I felt so confused, so guilty.

Almost every night I relived the experience with Tun, but nothing I did to
myself could even approach the sensations that he had caused me. I started
to wonder if it was so easy for boys. I wondered if they were taught what
to do, or if it was just natural. Was Tun an experienced lover ? Great, so
now I had all these questions belting around in my head, as well as the
guilt and the fear.

A few months passed. A steady stream of kids came and went; most of them
too young or too upset to even know where they were. Some of these kids
arrived after I had gone to bed and had gone before I got up. My parents
were getting more relaxed financially; mum had never worked but now had
more money coming in from that long-idle spare room than dad was
earning. Despite this she chose to take a morning job, I guess greed was
getting the better of them. The kitchen got remodelled and the car got
replaced, I'm sure some benefit came my way but I can't really put my
finger on what it was.

It was a summer evening when another boy arrived, Artemka. I think he was
from the Ukraine. He'd been found travelling alone in the back of a
lorry. He'd hidden all the way across Europe. The usual man and lady came
up to the house, a short briefing for my parents and then back to the car
for the boy - I was well used to the routine, it barely held my attention
from my bedroom window. Until, that is, Artemka stepped out of the car. He
was 100% gorgeous, cute beyond imagination. I suddenly just had to go to
the kitchen for ... errrrr, something. I 'happened' to be coming down the
stairs just as Artemka walked through the door.

Mum made a big show of introducing our new guest to his new family. I
really don't know why she bothered, the kids were never there that long but
right then I was so happy that she did. I smiled my nicest smile and said
hello. He smiled and looked at the floor, so cute in his embarrassment. The
adults laughed and I carried on my way like I really didn't care about what
was going on.

Artemka was just a month younger than me but looked far younger than that,
by then I was nearly 16. He was also a full inch shorter than me with
tanned skin, dark brown hair, long eyelashes, a broad perfect smile and the
cutest little nose. I returned to my room to think. Mum stopped me on the
way and asked me to try and make the effort with this one. Yeah-OK mum, I
will definitely try. Too true I will!

I tidied up my room trying again and again to think of a way to get my
wicked way. I even took a shower hoping that he would repeat the Peeping
Tom routine, but it seems that isn't what every boy does.  I went to bed,
lying there waiting for the urgent tap on the door, but despite imagining
it half a dozen times, it never came. It seems that isn't what every boy
does either. I heard my parents go to their room and the house settled down
for the night.

After what seemed an eternity I thought I would check in on our new
guest. I tapped on the door and slowly went in. The curtains were open and
the room was quite well lit by the moonlight. He net curtains were blowing
slightly because he had the small part of the window open on its catch.

He was in bed, lying on his side. His lovely light tan so contrasted
against the white pillow. The quilt was hunched up over his shoulder. I
moved closer, drinking in his cuteness. His lips were slightly apart and
his breathing was very shallow. I took just one step closer and his eyes
snapped open. He didn't move at all, he just opened his eyes. Still not
moving his head I saw his eyes turn to watch me, then he smiled and visibly
relaxed - I had no idea what he was expecting, but I expect his journey had
made his sort of ultra cautious especially about things happening around
him when he was sleeping.

I sat primly on the edge of his bed and asked if there was anything he
wanted. His English was hesitant and he struggled to find the right
word. When he simply couldn't find the word, he just smiled. It took him an
age to simply say he was fine. I told him my name, immediately feeling
stupid as soon as he said that he remembered it. He seemed to give up on
the idea of sleep and probably guessed that I wanted a conversation. He sat
up against his pillow.

He wasn't wearing anything; to be more accurate he was bare-chested. His
chest was smooth and that same glorious tan. He had lots of scrapes and
marks on his arms but his skin was otherwise smooth. He was different from
Tun, his nipples were larger, not round but more a sort of sideways
oval. His chest was more of a V too, not much but definitely not the sort
of regular tube shape that Tun was. Tun was a darker skin of course but
Artemka skin was sun tanned. The quilt was just at his bottom ribs. My
mind, racing ahead as always, wondered if he could even be sleeping naked.

Despite the language problems, we chatted a while. He had been through a
lot. He was trying to find his dad who had somehow got into England some
months ago. It was just his bad luck that the lorry he had been riding in
had been chosen at Dover for a routine stop check by Customs checking for
tobacco. Instead they had found him. He wasn't particularly upset; it
seemed to be more of an adventure. He was happy to point out that he gets
to go back on an airplane for nothing; and he can always try again. He was
smiling and happy about the whole affair.

He hadn't actually had any plans for when he arrived, he didn't know how to
start looking for his dad. I couldn't help, how do you start to track down
someone who was probably an illegal immigrant ? He had been travelling for
months. He had spent his time sunbathing on grass areas at lorry ports, no
one paid him much attention and it got him in a position to work out the
destinations and timetables of the lorries he needed to get into.

He had nearly got caught a few times, but each time the guards simply
chased him away. He only carried a small knapsack, one of those
one-shoulder jobs. He certainly hadn't looked like someone who was
travelling thousands of miles. He was at pains to point out that although
he had been caught, all he would suffer was some questions; a warm bed for
a few nights, some home cooked food, and a free plane ride home. Amazing
when I thought about it. It was later, much later, when I thought about the
risks.

I hadn't been aware of it but I had been moving closer to him. Each time I
made any sort of natural change of posture, it had brought me slightly
closer. Honest to God, that was completely unplanned. I had been so
engrossed with his hesitant and drawn out explanation that I hadn't really
noticed.  His story had found a natural ending. I took a second to take in
the situation again.

My movement up the bed had inched the quilt lower. I would guess just above
his belly button. His stomach was just so flat; I could see these small
ridges under his skin. Almost unconsciously I reached out and ran my
fingers lightly down his chest. When I realised what I was doing, it was
quite a shock. I looked up startled to be met by a wonderful smile, he
certainly hadn't minded.

Drawing on my vast experience - now that's a laugh - I leant over and
brushed my lips gently over his. I don't know how it felt to him but to me
it was electric. I showered his lovely face, his eyes, his nose and those
lovely lips with hundreds of soft fluttering kisses. My right hand was at
the back of his head, rubbing his lovely dark hair, letting it comb through
my fingers. My left hand was smoothing his chest, his stomach, making long
sweeping strokes over his whole upper body. I wanted to somehow take his
whole body at once. It was wild, frenzied almost, I couldn't believe what I
had become.

It seemed an age before he did anything back. It could have been seconds,
but I'm not sure, looking back it could have been a one sided thing for
some minutes. I felt his hand hesitantly lift up to my breast, sort of
prodding at me through my nightshirt. I had no time for hesitation. I
paused in what I was doing and lifted my nightshirt clean off me, not even
bothering to throw it away it simply fell where I let go of it. I hurried
back to resume my attention to his gorgeous face. Spurred on he took my
breast in his hand and started to rub it. The feeling of his hand gliding
over my nipples started them growing, within seconds they had stiffened to
hard points. His fingers glided over them, pulling them one way then the
next. Each touch started that long-awaited and much-missed river warming up
between my breasts and my mound.

I moved my kissing down to his nipples, by now thousands of gentle
featherlike kisses had run along his chin and down his neck, to pepper his
chest and work at each nipple. I had expected them to harden or
something. Well they did, sort of, but nothing like mine did. I just wanted
to devour him. Almost blindly I worked my way down his chest and onto his
stomach, kissing and licking every inch, every millimetre.

I felt his hand move over my panties, rubbing my mound. Not really doing a
great deal, the pressure felt good though. Each time he went far enough
down to touch my clit he reversed direction and worked his way back up. In
the back of my mind, that part that wasn't being driven by lust, it dawned
on me that maybe he didn't know what he was doing.

My hand wasn't idle either. It stole under the quilt in search of his
tool. I was too far over at first, and then my hand got tangled in the
quilt. Desperation made me lift my hand up and throw the quilt back. Of
course I was still sat on one part so it sort of folded back, but it was
good enough.  He was naked. I was in the process of kissing his belly
button when the quilt pulled away and I saw that his swollen shaft was
nearly brushing my cheek! It seemed almost natural to kiss it. He nearly
jumped, the whole stiff tube got even stiffer if that was possible and it
raised enough to hit my nose. I just loved that throbbing sensation. I
licked it and Artemka gasped. Even in my lust crazed state I thought I had
discovered something important. Of course I thought I was the only who had
even thought about it.

I moved my hand round his lovely smooth shaft, slowly pulling that tube of
skin up. I hadn't really registered that Artemka had stopped doing
everything and was simply laying back, his hand held motionless, suspended
about six inches above my leg. He was trembling and gulping in breaths. I
had just thought that maybe I should see what he was up to as I pulled my
hand down. My head was still resting on his stomach when he exploded right
there just inches from me. The first spurt wasn't so great but the second
shot straight up, I swear I watched it go up almost in slow motion. It came
splattering down all over the place, soon a third spurt shot up and a forth
and a fifth. I kept up my slow pulling and pushing throughout the boy's
orgasm, relishing the feel of the violent pulsing and feeling the wads push
up through him before spitting out.

All too quickly it was over, the spurts stopped and that rigid rod became
all rubbery no matter what I did. I lifted myself up. Artemka was laying
back sort of smiling and making little laughing noises. I asked "Your
first?" at first he looked unsure and then looked down, his long lashes
fluttering in embarrassment; he nodded. All of a sudden I was the expert.

I looked down at my prize. His cock was lying arched over his balls. It was
long and quite thick. The end was just peaking out from under the
skin. There was still a little drop of white stuff at the end. His cum was
everywhere, seriously everywhere. There were spots on the walls, over the
quilt, on his leg and stomach. It was a while before I realised it was on
me too, it had mostly fallen on my back but there were a few drops running
down the front of my shoulder.

Panic took over me, we had to clean this up and fast

to be continued .....