Iam going on nineteen and I like young boys of about twelve or thereabout, I have never been with a girl. I felt like I was going through withdrawal p...ins. I had not been with aboy for almost three months and I missed it, it was time for me to gopick one up. There is a boy's school not two blocks from mine, St. Rita's School forGirls. One day after school and before going home I stopped at the boy'sschool and stood by the fence still in my school uniform waiting to seeif I could pick up a nice. She didn’t stop it. She adored and loved how they felt on her. Never would she stop a pair of hands on her tits in a situation such a s this. His tongue, still heavily involved, and moving about her mouth wildly like it was wasn’t a match for one of his hands which was all over her tank top while it felt her large, juicy boob. All of a sudden, his hand dropped down. It wasn’t there any longer. It was not on her boob at all. She said to herself feel my boob Harikem! Feel my boob again! Go back. ..no suspenders and corsets in this small pub ;) I choose simple black leggings tight top covered by a leather jacket. On my way not once did i feel wrong or stupid. I felt right. I felt sexy. My heart was racing. As i had had a few drinks to relax, he offered to pay for a taxi for me. When i got in the taxi, i could see the the taxi drivers eyes on me. A middle aged man, looking at me, what was he thinking? Was my make up wrong? I checked. Nope it was fine. As we pulled up to the pub he turned. . maybe.Walker said, “I saw that.”Vanessa and I flew to Milwaukee early Sunday morning. Euforia was dark Sunday, Monday and Tuesday so we had time to look up a pedophile. The one who had purchased young Sasha Andrushchenko. Vanessa’s grandmother back when she lived in Kiev. Arthur Flanders. In his 80s but still around.We didn’t have a plan, didn’t contemplate revenge or police involvement or ... anything really. It was partly curiosity. But also, as I told Vanessa, “It’s just better to know..