Every available horizontal surface had its quota. Some of the books had been read recently, others book-marked with strips of torn paper and left. I h...ad thumbed a few that were free of dust. It was only after looking at a couple of the books that I noticed the last pages were torn out. Well, every one I’d looked at so far. Now there was some light I could see that in the corner of the room was a stack of shoeboxes. Carefully stepping over the man’s body, I went to investigate them. They were. My hands are defiant, teasing the skin and hair on my lower abdomen. I can feel myself straining into my pants – I’m forced to quickly adjust myself, surreptitiously I hope, so you don’t notice. I’m sprung! A tiny laugh escapes your lips at seeing the effect you are having on me, but you don’t break the mood. You’re just in the process of bringing your lower hand up to your mouth to replace the other. You deliberately catch my eye as your tongue worms out of your mouth and you tentatively. "The two girls giggle a bit. It seemed that Alex had snared the twoother pledges who seemed to be embracing their new femininity. Meganwas a rather tall, and nicely stacked brunette. She'd also gone all inwith the skirt and low cut blouse that showed off her perfectcleavage. Brittany was a bit more subdued, aside from the long mane ofred hair that flowed down to the small of her back. Her breasts weresmall and perky and pushed out the front of her t-shirt in a way thatno guy could ignore. She'd. I lay there, so happy, so contented, in her arms, my dick still inside her, still hard, realizing that this was sex, this was fucking, this was what all my friends talked about all the time."Howie," she whispered, "You still feel hard inside me, why don't you try pulling out some, not all the way out, then pushing back in, just do that over and over."I began doing it as she had said and the feeling was incredible. Oh, so wonderful."Yes, yes, Howie, that's very nice, oh, yes, you make me feel.