High school, where drama gets pounced on.“Kendra, who told you?” I said as calmly as possible.“I don’t remember. The real question is why can�...�t you keep it in your pants?” She said. I sighed again.“What do you know about the story? Or stories that you heard?”She looked at me blankly.“Exactly. You know the synopsis. The summary. I will tell you the story next week in class,” I said.“Very well.”“Representing the National Honor Society, Kendra Jackson and Chad Dupree!”We waved politely as cheers. It was like he could feel the blood draining from his head and flowing into his cock. All his worries and thoughts melted away, replaced by a fluffy cloud of hot, lustful energy. Tiffany's body felt amazing against his. Relative to the oppressive, humid heat her skin was pleasantly cool and he felt like he could make out every curve and contour as they pressed tightly together. Her small, firm breasts pressed against his stomach, nipples rubbing against his sweaty skin. He could feel the firm. This was not quite the Alice that Dr Dodgson had written about in that little book of adventures that was selling so well in all the best bookshops. No, she was almost an adult at eighteen years old, and rather less innocent than he had portrayed to the world. Alice remembered with a rather naughty giggle, how Dr Dodgson had shown her his penis, or his cock as he had told her to call it, as he groaned and begged her to stroke it harder between her slender fingers. She remembered her surprise at. She went home frustrated and horny.She took it out on Mark, who had no idea why his loving sister was suddenly so bitchy toward him. He cupped her butt one night as he passed her coming out of the bathroom while he went in. She slapped at his hand and hissed at him."What did I do?" he asked miserably."Nothing. Just don't talk to me!" she snarled.By Wednesday, though, she had calmed down and she went to Mark's room to apologize. She apologized by showing him the new thing she'd learned. His.