..that certainly took some beating.Her mindwandered off pursuing that thought for a while until her blush forced herto change the subject. Blast! Both...r and fiddlesticks. She hadn't had timeto tell Caroline about her boobies. There is always tonight she thought.For once, school wasn't too bad she thought on the walk home.The windingdown for end of term had started and other than actually being there, nota lot was required from the pupils. Katie had finished most of exams withonly one. . yes, that's perfect!"The next thing I knew, was that I could feel her hands on my butt cheeks, and that she was squeezing them. She didn't say anything, but she made an approving sound. Her hands slithered down the outside of my legs, all the way down to my feet and then her hands went back up at the inside of my legs. Again, they went all the way up until I could feel how her hands touched my scrotum. She took my testicles in her hands and softly squeezed them. This made my body shudder.. I loved the way he said “baby girl”. It drew me in, as if he knew my secret. We connected on the Chatline shortly after, and spent most of the night getting to know each other. The following night we spoke again and the conversation started to become more and more intimate; knowing our sexual likes and dislikes; how he could tell I was submissive. It was something I had never really told anyone. I craved that lifestyle more and more. We talked and exchanged pictures for several months, until. My aunt was asked to sleep in my room and an extra bed was provided for her. I didn’t like it at that time b’cos it was like peeking into my privacy and in spite of my objection and on strict warning from my dad, she was put up in my room, at that time I resented it cos her staying in my room will put a full stop to my nocturnal activities, like reading my collection of sex books (RASAVANTI) as those were the only books available then and my daily ritual of masturbation before going to sleep..