.. and stay friends." With that I just turned, and walked away from her.That should have been enough, but it wasn't. Before I knew it, she was walking... beside me, "You know you've disappointed me. I expected more from you. You're just like them. I seriously thought, at least you, would be different and understand me."I had to stop at that and stare at her, "Who are them, and how I am just like they?"Her eyes rolled for a moment into the back of her head as she let out a long sigh, "You, them,. They entered the train and came over and sat on the seats just to my right and sat looking at me and laughing until one of them said 'you have a really small cock, aren't you embarrassed to get that out in public?' I didn't know what to say, up until this point in my life I always thought my cock was an ok size.. but hey, at least they weren't annoyed. I finally managed to answer her and replied 'is it really that small?', to which all of they said 'YES!' Two of them came over and sat opposite. "Who can answer this question: in the majority of the things we've studied, who is the active partner? Who does most of the moving?"A few hands shot up. He nodded at one of the kids in front. "The guy," Doug Harley said. "We sort of have to. We have to put it in, the girl doesn't have to do anything except open her legs."Mrs. Miller nodded. "In most of the positions we can just lie there and enjoy ourselves. There are some, though, where the man is mostly inactive and the woman does the work.. This was to be something of a "get-acquainted" session, in that rarely had the academy grounds been open tooutsiders, especially women. As a reward for doing especially well in myclasses, I have been selected as one of five students invited to takepart.The breakfast was to be held off the main dining hall in a separateroom. The other boys and I helped serve the breakfast, by bringing eachof the ladies food before taking our seats one of the students. I servedFather Tom and then brought a plate.