The year would have felt as an accomplishment at least. With that bad news I dragged myself to the dorm. After a shower I pulled out a book and laid r...ight in bed. My roommate wasn’t there as always and was probably out at a party or on a date or something. She liked to brag about how much she had gotten laid all year and here I was, still a virgin. Reading helped me relax. I could escape to other worlds and leave the realities of this one behind for a while. After about an hour of reading, I. Next moment as I leaned back I saw the clear lust in their eyes for me; their eyes were now fixed on my youth-overflown breasts. Seeing their lust for me I felt very horny and I was now already wet. The atmosphere in the room was gradually capturing a situational change. . . To create more sexual tension in those two, I leaned forward once again, now deliberately in such a was that they could make out that I was alluring them.I leaned forth in a gesture that my breast-domes flattened against my. It was then after sitting there for 10 minutes that there was a tap at my window and a oldish paki man was standing there, I let the window down and he said" you must be Jenny Morgan's Mum" yes I am " then you need to follow me " where are we going" you will soon find out, and he led me to some back stairs which led to an upstairs building, he unlocked a door and I was told to follow him.Once inside I was taken to a room in there was Tariq and another old man both really ugly and repulsive". You might not like that, but it is better than being a castrated man, I would think." Then chuckling he continued, "Why, I might even try to get you in bed, myself." He went on, "But, I know what you are thinking, "I am a man, not a woman, and if I was a woman, I would probably still like woman and that would make me a lesbian.' But isn't that even better than being dead and buried. We both have gay woman friends who seem quite happy with their lot, much to my disappointment. Nevertheless,.