They really don't mess with me much, and some of them are really trying to be friendly." Does that make you feel any better?" Yeah. You know, I'm four...een now. When it happened, that was a year and a half ago. I was barely thirteen. Now, I'm in eighth grade and next year is my last in junior high. The boys have changed some. At least, they aren't all rotten." Were all of them always rotten?" I guess not. Just the ones I saw, the ones who did things to me. When I stopped letting them, I found. I could see her looking at my cock as I gently pleasured myself. I wanked for about 5 minutes and asked Jean if she was enjoying what I was doing. She said that she found watching me very exciting and no matter how many times she saw me masturbating it was always extremely enjoyable. I continued to wank in front of Jean for another 10 minutes and then said that I would love for her to do it again. She grinned and said ok as long as you finish it off. Agreed I said. Jean held my hard cock and. "Billy and Bobby do go back to the library the next day. They pair off as they did the preceding day and the library helpers provide precious little help to the library. There is light hearted flirting and serious discussion. They exchange phone numbers. They spend three hours there until the girls need to go home. The boys walk them to the parking lot."Bye Billy," waves Lucy with a nice smile."Bye Bobby," smirks Sally with a playful smile as she climb into her mother's car."You girls look. Even Grant knew the play didn'tlive up to expectations. We went out for cocktails afterwards anddiscussed the proposed new line of clothing a little before wedropped off Grant's client at a five star hotel next O'Hare airport,where the man had a reservation.The morning papers reported the play was so- so according to thecritics who stayed to the end. Some of the critics didn't wait forthe final curtain to fall. After all the hard work so many people putinto producing the play, it was a.