I went to school there from the 1953 to '59. By the sixth grade, before we moved away, I had been literally every place in the school, except one. It ...ook me a full fifteen years to finally see that one last place. No, it wasn't the girls' locker room; I'd seen that in fifth grade!In the last year of graduate school I made a pilgrimage to my boyhood town. I figured that it might be the last time I would ever have chance to revisit it. That assessment was sound, for I never have had such. He did it by putting his hands on boobs. I spat water which I filled in my mouth. I was again filled with sand more because of my wetness.He poured several glasses on my body near my face to clean the dirt. I pretended to be all right. In a sudden burst, I hugged him. I told him that he saved my life today. The bitch inside me was now fully on to give him all the holes. He was not resisting and it was what I want.I did not want to kiss him though. I told him that I will give him anything he. " Fine. I thought you might see it that way, so I brought the necessary supplies along with me." He proceeded to tie my hands and feet to the rough wooden headboard and footboard set he had carved the summer before. He put a length of cloth around my head and tied the ends together over my mouth.I was now lying spread-eagle on the bed, my 38C breasts pulled apart, with their pencil-eraser nipples pointing up and slightly to the sides. I felt very exposed and vulnerable with my shaved pussy. I stopped on the way home from work and with the last of my money I bought the pills. I hurried home as soon as I picked up my prescription. Heather gets home an hour before I do and I worry about her when she's alone in that apartment.Unfortunately I can't afford a sitter. So she has to lock herself inside and do her homework until I get home. She would probably balk at the idea that she isn't old enough to look after herself now anyway.As soon as I got home I changed out of my uniform and.