His hands were skillfully exploring all over my body. One hand was traveling up my thigh, his fingers snaking there way under my short and panties, a...nd coming to rest on my swelling pussy lips. The other hand held me tightly to him, squeezing my young tight ass cheek, so I could not move away.As Mr. Burgess attacked me, I felt confused on what I should do. Before I could do anything, he grabbed my shorts and panties and tugged them down to my ankles. I was standing there in total shock,. Hi, Ken. Sorry, to make you wait. You know how girls are. You'll have to come in and entertain yourself while we get ready. Hope you don't mind." Hi, Alice." Hiya. No, we don't mind."The boys were both about thirteen, nice clean-cut American teens from the upper crust. Neither would win any beauty or body-builder contests, but both were good athletes at their school. The girls had been "going" with them for about a year now. Nothing serious, except to them. The boys had tried to fool around. It wasan ordeal for him to follow along the busy city streets, through a poorneighborhood where the locals jeered at him, all the way to the warehousedistrict, well known as a haven for criminals, a free-zone for illicittransactions, and surprisingly, a great place to have an intimate mealand a nice glass of wine. Go figure.The gleaming car pulled up behind an especially disreputable warehouseand stopped. Alpha stepped out and struck a heroic pose. When heobserved that no one was there to. Cindy was a site to see wearing a snug pencil skirt and want looked like glorified bra. Jen was in a short more conservative dress apart from the low cut in the front that did show a good deal of her b cups cleavage.After mingling with a few of the other parents and chaperones, Mark made his way to the table Frank was at with Jen and Katie. Just after sitting down Cindy and Becki got to the table. The girls all sat and talked about the matches and Mark and Frank discussed a variety of sports.