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I waked up and i realisated i had a slight erection. In 30 minutes i had to leave home, but since my mother was on the computer in my room, i stood in the bed 10 minutes, but the erection wouldn't go away So i simply bent my torso so the erection is less visible and i dressed myself



Andre managed to run out of Jasmine’s house without drawing any attention. He continued to walk home to grab stuff for his history project with Lila. Even though they were done, he knew it’d be suspicious if they asked about it. He approached her house and rang the doorbell



Inside the Bus Krista nervously boarded her friend's school bus outside her school. She was an 8th grader and the year was almost over, and she wanted so badly to hang with a group of friends that included Holly's brother Jeff
Part 1 – Silly games I was 16 when our school headmaster moved in next door. It was the first week of the summer holidays and of course it was raining. I’d been down the street at my friend Tom’s most of the day and we’d been playing on his Xbox
copyright: Lesley Tara, 2010 It is the annual alumni reunion event at the Lauderton High School, which they hold in the large gymnasium in the main school building
When I was in high school there wasn’t a whole lot of action going on. I was one of those kids that wasn’t really into sports, or the popularity scene. But one thing I could do and do rather well was play the piano. I was self taught; never had a lesson
For everyone puberty changes everything. The way you act, think and feel. The way you are around certain people and the choices you make. And of course, the thought of one day having sex. Entering middle school certainly evoked many thoughts of sex



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CHAPTER 6: RUMORS { -{ -{ - So it went on like that, a new girl every night. I would show up and they would be waiting for me, naked or nearly so, in that room. Some eager, some nervous, some unsure what they were getting into, but all came away satisfied, and so did I
Hello; Rachael here again; let me take you back in time again to my school days in the fifties. Don’t think of me as I am now, although I’m told that I’m not unattractive but rather imagine me at the age of 18



“Hey loser,” Ken says as he shoves me into my own locker. “You’re such a fucking sissy. You know that, right?” “Good one, Ken!” Weston says. “Why do you guys always have to pick on me?” I ask. Ken goes to hit me and I cower



PART 1 CHPTER 7 It was worse than I thought I came into school on Monday to face a furious Cindy. She barely made notice of me as we found each other in the hallway, and she passed me with a stern look set on her face



Chapter 1: The Bet This is the story of how I used the second half of my senior year to turn a girl I couldn’t stand into my personal, completely obedient fuck toy – and how I got rich doing it
The comment section has been restricted to members only due to the spammers and other idiots. Please feel free to PM your comments to me. Lucky Mann Edited to meet the new age rules. My First Lover I was a sixteen-year-old high school sophomore in the Spring of 1964



CONTINUED FROM PART 4 – CONCLUSION OF THIS SET OF MEMORIES “Yo – there you are,” said Mark reaching into the dual shower stall to turn on the left-side showerhead. From my showerhead, on the right, the stall was steamed up already