She turned with a smile and began kissing me her tongueentering my mouth as her lips persuaded me to pull her closer to me.This went on for about 5 mi...utes as my hands became adventurous andwere all over her body, I touched her soft silky bottom, felt herluscious breasts and gently ran my fingers up her thighs and touchedher kitty. She was so hot and stiff as my hand searched all over herkitty and touched her nubs. To my surprise there were no pantiesunder the short silky skirt, I was really. The Sunday School teacher had apparently known he was going to drop in. The pastor gave us boys a stern warning about the 'sin' of touching ourselves (meaning, masturbation). As young boys, the very mention of such a thing caused an automatic nervous reaction, because, as the pastor obviously suspected (and rightly so) we were doing precisely that (masturbating, in other words)!He seemed as nervous and uncomfortable about talking about this topic as we were in him talking to us about it! But,. I had my trusty roll of lucky tickets in a small brown bag. I didn't know what I was going to do with them, but I wanted to be prepared for anything.I instinctively headed for the record store when I got to the mall. I debated whether or not I should use a ticket to convince the cashier to let me have a few albums for free, but the store was crowded enough that it would have been difficult to accomplish without being overheard. The last thing I wanted to do was draw attention to myself or my. She tearfully admitted that she had been stretched by him when she was recently arrived and “fresh meat” for his liking. In all honesty, I had found the story strangely exciting and had an urge to repeat the Baron’s disgraceful behavior providing the maiden gave me her leave. She convinced me that the alternate entryway was fully operational and I satisfied my urges with filling that instead and we spent most of the night coupling and very little sleeping because we seemed well suited to each.