Mommy said she wanted me to learn how to do girly things like learninghow to do ballet as most girls loved to do ballet. She said we could goget all t...e clothes we needed and she would enroll me at a ballet school.I said, "Oh thank you, Mommy that's a wonderful idea, I will love tolearn ballet and wear a frilly tutu, when can we go and buy my balletclothes?"Mommy said, "We can go right after breakfast and enroll you thisafternoon at the ballet school. I have already made enquiries."Miss Gloria. A part of me always understood we were in those quiet piano rooms for her so I took every lesson without complaint.My mother was talented but constrained, a precise and unfriendly musician. She passed her gift to me but made sure I had no demons so I played like I was playing. A couple of instructors tried to guide me towards a professional classic career in piano. My mother balked each time. I liked playing but never thought of doing it for a living. My mother knew that and let me learn what I. Oh fuck. Liam Roberts, who I fancied like fuck from school, he…he proper snogged me and he…his hand, it…his hand went between my legs. He gave me a good grope through my jeans as he kissed me. Oh fuck. He had my dick in his hand, proper squeezing my cock through my jeans he was.This wasn’t happening. No, it couldn’t be. My head was spinning. It’s like I was dreaming. But no, I wasn’t dreaming. It was happening. Oh fuck.By the time he pulled his lips from mine, my cock was rock solid in my jeans. Finally we bid goodnight by a hug and a kiss on her cheek. So we kept meeting often for dinner drinks movie etc. She was a cigarette and tea addict. Even in late nights I used to travel 7kms pick her up go to BTM just for an elaichi/ginger tea. She used to love that. We did this regularly for few weeks. Whenever we used to go to pubs or even during bike rides our hands used to play on each other’s body. Though not very intimately but it used to. After little beer in one of the pubs we were on.