Nicholas had expected to sternly reprimand naughty Noelle, bringing her aside to a secluded room. Yet his thoughts began to betray him.

His young and curious mind delved deeper into lascivious fantasies. He slipped--for a second or two-into a dreamy trance.

He could almost feel her wet tongue over his seeping boyhood, the young mousette moaning his name in ecstasy. He felt a tightness in his trousers, a drip of precum sliding down his slightly shaft.

Nicholas awakened from his would-be wet dream with a gentle coo and a wink from Noelle. She slipped her small fingers down her dress, revealing her nipples to the young lad.

"We are the only ones here...'