I took my punishment for lossing my bike and clothes, even though I explained how it wasn't my fault. A couple of days later a friends father brought ...y bike home, saying it was found behind a store in the middle of town. After the return of the bike mom calmed down a bit, and let me go riding. After a week at home trying to duplicate what he did with me, I wanted to feel him do it again. I rode my bike to his house, and gave him a hug. He hugged and kissed me. I told him I wanted to play our. My..." Paige began, and then trailed off, her eyes locked on his throbbing member clutched in his hand.Her sudden appearance startled him so much that he didn't even think to pull the covers over him. The slip she was wearing further helped to numb his mind to his own embarrassing appearance. It barely reached below her thighs — the material thin and airy. He could easily see her cream-colored panties, and the silhouette of her large, perfect breasts through the cloth. Not even that faint. I quickly pull back and check if she protested or wince... nothin so I continue my voyege to explore her breast. I finally work up the courage to rub her nipple. I notice after a while her nipple starts to harden. Rather satisfied with what I done, I jump up and walk out the room and continue to watch porn on my computer. After about 20 minutes of my heart rushing and the memories of what i just did. I jumped back up and slowly walked to the room. I peak around the corner to find that my cousin. I showed up at the appointed time, and Dean Mayer, the Dean of the Music Faculty, took me into his office and asked me what instrument I would be playing. When I showed him my trumpet, he asked me to play Otto Kettings’ Intrada.While I played he was looking at me in a way that made me uncomfortable. I felt like he was undressing me with his eyes. As I lifted the trumpet to my lips, my chest strained against my top. His eyes immediately focused on my breasts.”“Miss Gallow, you say he was looking.