A couple of boys did ask me to dance, I got herded around the floor and stepped on a few times. Then Billy walked up and asked me. I was about to say ...no but for some reason I lifted my hand and went with him. Billy could dance. Even on the chubby side, his movements were gentle, it was like we had been dancing together for years. I started to have fun. A faster song came on, we picked up the beat and in short order we were laughing, trying to outdo each other. Then someone tapped him on the. Not a smell of flowers, nor lavander, but a smell that every man does, and if not should,enjoy. The smell of lightly conditioned hair, a dap of perfume, and a hint of lust. I am not some creepy pervert who dreams about girls, its just when your 14 and know what awaits you in Highschool next year; you tent to get turned on a little. I eventually got out of my room, and walked across the hall to my personal bathroom that smelled like Axe spray deoderent and wet towel. I took of my. Ms. Caldwell sat down on the sofa and looked up at the eighteen-year-old girl who continued to sniff and sob. She left her like this for about five minutes before she spoke.“I’m just at a loss at how to deal with you. I will not have you behaving so horribly. Maybe losing your holiday will teach you a lesson.” Diane could feel the juices flowing and unintentionally opened her legs.“Mum, please, not my holiday. I’ll do anything – please. Anything you want. I will behave. I promise. Mum!” Zofeya. Then he clapped his hands and two of the girls were kneeling at his feet and undoing his clothes. His chest and back was also covered in tattoos and then they took his weird looking trousers off, sort of a male wrap around sari and he sat there with his cock and balls exposed. They were fucking huge and now I realised why he wasn’t wearing normal trousers like his body guards. His cock was not long, maybe 6 inches but it was fat like a very short courgette, like it had been pumped up, but his.