James, Ms. Maxine Moreau and Mrs.Stephanie Sweet," Miss Backstitch said. "They are the board of directorsof The Sweet Academy. Mrs. Sweet is the great...great-great-granddaughterof Sarah Sweet, who founded The Academy in 1869."Oh my God. From complete ignorance to information overload in an instant.An important audience, indeed! But why would they be interested in me? Onan impulse, I performed a full court curtsy.Mrs. Sweet gave me a nod. "Nicely done, my dear. We'd like drinks servedhere. " And thrust her panties into my hands. I put them up to my face so I could sniff them as I watched her disappear into the crowd, grabbing another girl by the hand and laughing as they went off. Shit I still needed to finish off. I put my cock back in my pants; thrust the panties into my pocket and pushed closer to the front to meet up with my friend. He would never believe me if I told him. Frankly I was too frustrated to care, I needed to shoot my load badly. As I was making my way to the. It all started at secondary school in the 3rd year, the girls were half way through puberty and the boys had just started, noticing the girls more as well. Like any 14 year old, I'd seen the pictures, but I could only imagine what it would be like, I'd never had a girlfriend before and i wasn't too sure about how i was going to get one, but one thing i did know and that was who. Kacy was...well perfect, she had blue eyes, long brown shiny hair and legs that seemed to attract the eyes of anyone. I had to move away from my parents to Delhi for a critical project that my company entrusted me with.I moved into a company paid high rise apartment alone, and there too had no friends to talk to. My neighbors were a beautiful married young couple, and the wife was really modern and sexy, but even they didn’t pay me any notice. So most of the weekend time was spent on studying random stuff from Internet or books. After the successful completion of the project, our company allotted a full paid.