But why would she have done such a thing, I asked myself. For that matter, if she had not been the writer, why would any of the girls in class have do...e so. Without a name, it would not receive a grade. And whoever had turned it in, she must not have thought I could figure out her identity. And If that were true, why turn it in at all. “Maybe it’s a cry for help,” I said aloud, staring at the essay in question. But it did not feel like that. The writer seemed almost proud about finally being. Just as I was about to give up and tell them I couldn’t tell them apart, I felt this pussy give me a squeeze that was unmistakably - Sarah Fulchs. I knew then, she was the eleventh, because I felt her pussy about number three, right after Mom.Nadine told me, “Open your eyes, Eddie. That was the tenth pussy. Now we want to know who was first and last.”I wiped my eyes with my oily fingers enough to look around the table. I counted ten and they were all smiling at me.“Here goes, and please let me. I never got aroused looking at the other girls. I did get aroused by their moans. Well one day I was in the library in our school, the period right before lunch. My friend Emily and I were doing a project. At our school were wear a school uninform, which consisted of a skirt and a blouse. We had to get a book, and it was on the top shelf. She went up the ladder and was looking for the book. Emily is a girl who is absoluty gorgeous and all the guys love her. When she went up the ladder and was. ” Cameron finally said, smiling as he looked around him.The inside of the carriage was large, probably the largest carriage Cameron had ever been in before. His family was a small and insignificant one compared to Lord Remington’s ancient House, and so his father never did ride around in fancy carriages like this one, where there was a whole mattress that could fit four or five people easily to sleep on.“Do you like it?” Lord Remington asked, noticing the young boy marveling at his.