Then we'd slowly draw apart and act really nonchalant for a while -- we'd glance at each other and play Mister and Miss Innocence. Then he'd start som...thing like crossing his legs and slipping his foot slowly against my leg. After he felt my leg, he'd twitch his foot, like he was nudging me.We played the game all period, alternating being the "aggressor" and trying to come up with some other way of casually touching the other. So much fun!BOBIt was the first time I'd played the Touch Game. The. Worry and fear warred within her but she kept them at bay, saying a silent prayer as she stepped into the workshop. The heat hit her in a sweltering, invisible cloud and she pushed her shawl off of her shoulders, circling around the pit until she was directly across from him. Withers glanced up at her and felt his shoulders slump. She was still so beautiful, so perfect like a piece of china figurine. He was having a hard time looking at her and remembering how she was before … before … . On the hot August afternoons and evenings it was a real re.ief to sit in that tree house, pull up the ladder the only way to access it and let the breeze cool us off. As the temperatures touched the 90-100 degree mark we often wore just tee shirts, shirts and flip flops and sometimes Angel forgot to wear her bra. With a cooling breeze from time to time her pouty type nipples would stiffen so she may as well not bothered with a tee shirt. Occasionally she wore her brief black bikini which barely. She used to not like his touch n always got nervous as he called her. One day i saw him putting his hand inside her frock n feeling her thighs and she looked at him in anger n came n sat next to me. The sir got angry on this n told her to stand in the center of the room n read her lessons. She came n stood n suddenly all the boys in tuition started staring at her thighs. She was wearing a short frock that day n we could all see her underwear n her beautiful ass. They all kept staring at her.