He wasn't a midget, but he looked like some little demon. I started to scream, when all of a sudden it stuck its huge tongue in me. I moaned against i...t trying to pull it off my lips, but it kept tonguing me and forcing itself down my throat. I felt something warm grow just under my neck. Oh my god was that his dick? It was at least fucking nine inches! It stopped kissing me for a second, and I thought he had finished, when he just spat on my face. I moaned not expecting him to do that, but then. I whispered to them, “Excuse me, could you keep the noise down please, I’m trying to study”.They looked at me standing there in a pair of old, tight black leggings, a t-shirt, I’d had since I was 16 & no make-up (let’s face it, I wasn’t expecting to meet a hunk art this time if night) the one on the ladder said:“Not our problem, we do the night shift to keep out of people’s way”.How rude! I wasn’t expecting the response & found myself turning & tiptoeing back to my books. As I turned, I heard. As I satthere and those thoughts ran through my mind, I suddenly realized thatit probably wouldn't be the other girls I had to be afraid of, it wasme! In a locker room for example, they would be just as shy aboutthemselves as I would be, and they would not be looking at me strangelyunless I gave them reason to! But some girls knew how to sew, or knit,or do other things that girls do, and I knew squat about any of that!They also knew how to make boys notice them, or make them go away.Again, I. They were shapely. They seemed perfectly shaped. And Sarah got the best view of the two asses. To Sarah, Catherine’s ass was rich. It was soft looking and like mentioned it was as shapely as could be. Her eyes appeared to not move off it. “I love these,” Sarah said as her hands went from just beneath Catherine’s breasts, past her hips, and finally finishing near her ass. “I love and adore your hips and especially this” and her hands stopped at her ass, pressing against it lightly. “This is.