I'd taken tremendous strides toward healing and I had shown marked improvement and I was more than willing to exert the effort needed for me to tackle...the internal demons that had been preventing me from attracting someone who was capable of loving me unconditionally.Apparently, I was doing something right, because I had attracted this amazing, enlightened man of my dreams into my life. So while I didn't entirely feel worthy of his love, I knew in my heart and in my soul that I was divinely. Then I remembered. Marching band. Shit!Would I be marching up and down the field naked? I quick checked the brochure. Oh shit! It was right there, in black and white. I had to participate in any extracurricular activities in the nude all week. That meant during band practice on Tuesday and Friday, but maybe not the half-time show. The game was on Saturday, so maybe they'd let me wear a uniform for that?I blew a mournful blat on my trombone, then settled down to warm up, trying to forget my. I touch her and she gets louder. In her short and under her bra. I feel her suck in her breath. Oh oh I kiss her neck and feel the young tender breast, her thick nipples. She gets hotter and I feel her cumming. I keep this up and run my hand down her pants. What a thick bush, her brunette hair is thick and her pussy nice and plump. I feel the thick lips as my fingers run through them. She not only had an orgasm, her panties are soaked. This young thing is hot and no doubt wants to be fucked. I. .”It took Grandpa a little while to convince himself, then suddenly came out with: “This is a good idea. I’ll get it started.”Somehow I thought there would be more fanfare, but ‘I’ll get it started’ was all I got. It might make a difference to people further down the line, but for now, it was just a two-minute conversation that I could now forget about for years.When September arrived a feeling of dread came with it, as I would be starting a new school. Not only was Raynes Park County Grammar.