Her breasts rested on my left thigh, and her crotch straddled my right thigh. I had to be careful not to allow the growing bulge in my pants rise and... sweep her belly. I began to smack her ass with my bare hand, and it made a dull thud as it hit the thick tartan wool skirt of her school uniform. It seemed to me that the skirt was getting in the way of an effective strike. Meanwhile, Miss Jenkins was making sure that the two lads stood at attention in stark witness of this punishment.“Jenny”. So goes the tenor of my libidinous, and still surprising dreams.I fantasize about this for what seems like hours before I realize that Iam being wheeled out of the closet. From the muffled noises thatpenetrate my mummification, I surmise that I am being loaded on a truckand driven to a strange location. My mind is reeling as I don't knowwhere I am and I don't know who I am being left with. Still, my erectionstraining futilely against the tape tells me that I love every minute ofthis dangerous. She once again went to the window and saw a man nonchalantly striding down the front path of her next-door-neighbour, Mrs Elsie Baker’s house and tossing something metallic and heavy-looking in the laurel bush near the front gate. She said it had caught her eye because moonlight had glinted off it as it dropped through the laurel leaves to the ground. But before he moved away, he had looked up — at her window. What made him look round, nobody knows. A kind of fatal instinct of being watched. Then I told her, “I have been seeing u naked from d past one year from this exhaust fan space” she looked at me in a naught way and said,” then we could have done this a year back” I told her,” I never had the courage to tell this as u r my masi!” She said, “Today this masi will show u her naughty side!” And with this I removed her top and she pulled over my t-shirt. Now she was in her black bra, without wasting a second I placed my face over her cleavage and kept on squashing my face biting.