Keep in mind I'm still driving, trying to kiss and steer the truck. I pulled back, and stopped in the middle of the road. This time we really got go...ng. This time I put my hand on her tit sightly squeezuing. She didn't stop me. Now my dick starts to get hard As we ride around I Put my hand down the front of her blouse and backand forth, I play with both tits. I had her undo her bra so I could play with them better. I put my hand down on her crotch, and start rubbing her crotch. With. “What do you think you are doing in my house? That is not lady like and you know it!”“Well what you were doing wasn’t all that gentlemanly either.” I replied.“Young lady! You shouldn’t have been watching me in the first place!” Mr.Monroe sneered back.“Well maybe I will just tell preacher!” I Yelled.To that he had no reply. After a moment of silence he asked, “What can I do to keep you quiet?” I just replied, “ Nothing except for one thing that you would never do.” “And what would that. I drove across town to the theater pulled into the parking lot and another car pulled in next to me. We both got got out of our cars and he said to me “looking for some fun today?”. I said I have never been there and wanted to check it out. He told me there was two theaters and the left side was more busy and I said that was the side I would go to then. He said if I wanted to play together that he would like it. He said when you go in it’s dark so it’s best to stand in back till your eyes. I've related in the previous chapters how I was sent to live in with my guardian, John Oldham and how he assumed the responsibility for my education. Mr. Oldham placed me in Cromwell Military Academy where I endured hazing from my fellow students and strict discipline dispensed by the instructors. On weekends, I received love and attention from Mr. Oldham and his friends.I attended C.M.A. three of my four high school years. During that first year I was transformed from an undersized, frightened.