Each one of them glanced at me as Mr. Bradford pulled me straight into the back. I could feel them looking at my tits and my ass and my whole body. We...were walking so quickly it made my titties bounce, but I exaggerated the bounce even more so they could all get a good look. There were at least a dozen men of different ages but most of them looked over thirty or forty, and some even overy fifty. Mr. Bradford pulled me into a small, dark room. It had a small television screen. He put in some. “Thank you, Mia. The same for you, of course.”“I’m going to visit my uncle and his wife,” I said, wishing that the visit wouldn’t be as innocent as it sounds. I find myself sometimes just telling people about him, just mentioning him in random conversations, just to make him feel closer to me. “I’m sure you’ll enjoy it. I’ll be marking test papers and assignments.”“I e-mailed mine to you last night. I finished it over the weekend so I would be able to relax this week. Well, I’ll see you again. Julie had told me when we met for lunch at the Union that Sian had come back from her parents in a very good mood, and had raved about the party over several pots of tea on Sunday night.We had a quick first shag to take the urgency out of things, then cuddled under her quilt, and once we had got our breath back, she told me about her weekend."I was worried before I went that I would be bored stupid all weekend, and that everyone there would be really old, and would be talking about things that. "Message received." Now about the other thing..." It's not a "thing," Mom." Honey, you know we can talk anytime you want, but if you need to talk with someone else I can find a counselor or..." Mom, I don't need a counselor. I just like girls, okay? I don't hate boys or anything, it's just that I like being with girls." Honey, it's normal to pal around with girls at your age..." Mom, it isn't palling around, okay? I kissed Trudy Prichard last week. We both got turned on." But Cherie..." Mom,.