..Well, that was an acceptable risk that one took.My school was a ‘single sex’ establishment which was a bit of a bore really, and as we approache... the senior forms we often fantasized amongst ourselves about being at a school with boys. But single sex schools were more common in those days, than they are in these enlightened times and I suppose it would have made disciplinary matters more difficult had there been members of the opposite sex at school.I was eleven years old when I started at. We left the campsite and walked down the road till we came to a path leading to the woods. There was a sign that said "circular walk. 2 miles". As we turned to go down the path I looked back and saw a familiar figure about a hundred yards behind us. The walk was nice, quite flat, and, thanks to the warm weather, the paths were dry. I couldn't hear any other people, and couldn't see any, apart from glancing back to spot The Watcher, who remained a reasonable distance behind. When we got to a. I felt an electric thrill at the contact of our skin. She reached round, and held my bottom firmly, pressing us together at the hip. We gazed into each other's eyes, and then, like the fates had decreed it, we kissed. Nicki Long is an infinitely soft kisser, and I melded my lips with hers until we were trembling from head to toe. There was a sunbed on the roof, with firm foam cushions and a tilting backrest. I instinctively lay on it, a leg either side, my thighs wide apart.I was panting. Mistress will not allow these embarrassing gifts without a proper display of good manners being shown by me, and insists that i curtsy nicely, and thank the kind lady "like a good girl". The assistant thanks me with a kindly peck on my reddening cheek.On the way home, there is a large park, and i am led in to the c***dren's play area. While Mistress sits on a park bench, i am sent to play on the swings with the other c***dren, and when they start to play k**dies games, i am told firmly to.