You can go home!"She smiles, "You're right, I can go back home. But Ben will you come with me?"I shake my head, "Sorry Stacy, while you no longer have...your parents chasing you, my problems haven't disappeared."She looks sad, "But we could find someplace together to hide."I answer, "It wouldn't work. You're a celebrity and no matter where you go the paparazzi are going to hunt you down and find you. And then there's Ms. Donaldson. She's still looking for me and if she finds us together she might. The reason behind me switching classes is because I wanted proper attention in class. Who knew I would get such attention ;)Let’s begin with the story. My tuition sir was about 5 feet 8 inches and was around 45 years old, nearly two and a half time elder to me. The classes took place in his house. He had two houses and had converted one house into a coaching centre. The class took place in the kitchen or the hall. Classes began normally for me and I had not been attracted to my sir at first.. We sat on my couch and talked about ourselves. She had a much better life than I had had. As she drank she turned around to face me. Her legs went up on the middle cushion and her panties were fully visible. There was a wet spot forming in her crotch too.She told me about being a cheerleader in high school and in college. She told me about her sorority days and then she talked about some of the wide parties that she went to in college. She had sex with many boys and several girls, she had done. Being so short and beautiful too has gotten you a lot of attention.”“Yes,” cringed Gwen, “and not always the kind I want.”“Yeah, some of them have roving hands.”“And foul mouths.”The barkeep laughed. “As long as they just talk about it you’ll be okay. Had any propositions?”“Only a couple of dozen.”They both smiled.“Well, it would be nice if they could all be like Tom.”“Tom? Who’s Tom?” asked the housewife turned waitress.“That’s him over there. Just walked in.”Gwen noticed a nicely groomed,.