They applauded. Every parent saidthat we looked such sweet girls in our uniforms. In myuniform I was taken by my parents and Mr. Baker to variousshops...and we bought all kinds of skirts, blouses, make up,jewellery, shoes undergarments and a couple of handbags.Everywhere we went no one noticed I wasn't a girl. Istarted to like the feeling of my breasts bouncing up anddown with every step I took. When I had to go for a pee mymother came with me and showed me how to sit down and pee.It was. He used his fingers to dry hump her cunt, never trying to push more than his finger end into her pussy lips.Always these sessions were their little secrets, never to be told to anyone else. Part of the makeup of a paedophile is that the acts should always remain covert, whilst he groomed her for the ultimate prize of her virginity. It went from fingers to using boiled sugar lollies to rub against the cunt, leading to his needing to lick it clean.For a young girl, not world wise, it all seemed. “Lie back and spread your legs open so I can take all of your love rod in my mouth,” she said, and he wasn't slow in complying. As he moved back she followed him, keeping her lips around his shaft and her fingers gently on the base, steadying the sideways movement. As he settled back she half closed her mouth and pushed it slowly down his erect staff, sending quivers of delight through his whole body.“Oh God, that's marvelous, don't stop, don't stop, take all of me into your mouth arrgh,” he. "Mr. Sims, come back here. I was talking to you."I ignored him and kept walking."Mr. Sims, you can't just walk away from me."'Wrong again, ' I thought.I turned and walked through the open door into the superintendent's outer office. The same old bat was sitting at the desk. I didn't know her name, and she didn't have a nameplate on her desk."Hi, I'm Tony Sims. Could you explain to Mr. Parker that I have an appointment." Mr. Parker?" she seemed confused.Just then he burst into the room. "Mr..