He was and older chap from what i saw which appeals to me, he had white hair anyway. i could clearly see him in my mirror so at any point i could quic...ly dress if he showed any signs of getting out. but he just sat there? he was fiddling about in his car and looking across at me regularly. i carried on stroking, glancing at the porn on my phone and looking in the mirror, but every time i looked his eyes were staring right back at me. perhaps he was on the look out for random meet or cruising ?. Someone like Jenny.Maybe, I wondered, if I dropped some subtle hints, would she figure out what I really wanted? The only question left was... how?"Jenny? Do you think boys would... uh... think I was... well... cute?" So much for subtle hints. I never was very good about beating around the bush.She put her hand under my chin and spoke in soft, caring voice. "Oh, Sarah! Of course I do. *I* think you're cute."Suddenly I was pushing back tears, trying to avoid eye contact and knowing she probably. Headaches, tiredness, over-work, slight chills: the excuses kept coming. And then, one afternoon, he found he’d forgotten his kit and had to go home to pick it up. It was one thing, of course, for students to forget their kit. Indeed, Keith quite relished devising punishments for these skivers. Physical education was an essential part of everyone’s total education, and to neglect physical exercise was equally as bad as neglecting English or Maths. If only the examination boards could see it. Days went dull after maid Anitha left work at our home. Somehow I managed to bring my concentration back to studies, but the urge of having sex and knowing more about it always remains somewhere in the back of my mind.I tried to understand the concept of sex, I tried repeating the act (hand job) Anitha used to give me , by myself, I.e. I started masturbating by the age of 10-11, without even knowing what masturbating was! It brought me close to the days I had spend with Anitha. At the age of.