When an older classmate began paying her attention in the late afternoon I did not like him. I was not sure if it was jealousy or something else. She ...eemed to like him though and let him touch her. I even caught him with his hand in her skirt rubbing her pussy.I stepped and pushed him back and he growled and two guards started to move. I caught a reaching hand and yanked it down and snapped a kick up and across. The first guard yelled as he was yanked to his knees and the second was flung back. . where you were tickling me! and I was nearly mad at being forced to endure such indignity; and on top of it all came that awful tickling, tickling, tickling!"She shuddered at the recollection; I pressed her still more tightly against me and kissed her tenderly, but held my tongue—for I knew not what to say! Presently Alice spoke again. "And so it really gave you pleasure to torture me, Jack?" she asked almost cheerfully, adding before I could reply, "I was very angry with my maid this morning. I touched his wet cock head with my lips again, he definitely sighed.Then he pulled his cock out and i thought it was all over. He passed a note again. It asked me to go to his house, and had the address. It was just around the corner. I heard him leave.I waited for ages. Scared, nervous, but so excited.I walked to his house. I stood on the road for an age. I saw him at the window, I sort of tried to hide. Then the door opened. Just opened, no one there.I just walked in, up the path and in to. My sister was two years older than me andtaller and alittle large like my grandmother. I guess it started when I started to wet the bed at night, my mother tookme to a doctor, but they said there was nothing wrong, other than perhapsmissing my father. I tried not to, but it happened, my mother would getreally mad when I wet the bed. I started school the next year and since welived on a dead end semi-rural road, we rode the bus to school. I am not abig kid, actually quite small for a boy my age,.