When I first came here, I figured I could make friends really easily. But it has been difficult. My classes are all huge. There is no such thing as st...udy groups. All the campus groups have this, I don't know, militant feel to them. The poetry club I looked into is full of these weirdos who expect you to be at every meeting three times a week. I guess I really felt isolated out here. The longer it went, the more introverted I became. I'm usually pretty friendly. Not as friendly as you saw this. Rose has listened intently, asked questions, looking back to those othertimes, years before this, trying to imagine this being done then. Shewas one of the rebels back then. She wasn't a ring leader, never wantedto be but she'd enjoyed the rush of doing something naughty and anotherrush learning to feminize those boys. That last part was what she'ddiscovered as her greatest thrill.They ceased to be men then or at least by their definitions. They losttheir ability to be macho and it was. Because my dream images were just a replay of something that had happened less than six hours earlier."Christie, be more alert when you are alone." My Mom and Dad had harped on me constantly about this sort of thing. "Don't hitch rides...with anybody. Period."And I usually didn't. Well, not very often anyway. And I wouldn't have that night except that I was pissed at my boyfriend and left him and his asshole buddy in the McDonald's parking lot after he suggested I should let Mark see my tits. I. Ebony forced her two hands onto Jordan's pussy lips, while Clyda used one of her hands; the other held her throbbing cock steady as she aimed. Jordan would not have thought it possible, but Dee Dee's pill somehow allowed her pussy to open even wider. Into that opening, Clyda thrust the head of her cock. Jordan began flailing her fists in mid-air as the assault on her womb took her to new levels of agony. Ebony kept her cock relatively still, while Clyda slowly forced her shaft into Jordan. .