"I'll be waiting in my room," he smiled. "Have fun."Jen hissed a plea for mercy at his retreating figure, but all he did was turn and wink at her. She... swallowed and looked around helplessly before slowly walked the floor again, looking for a cubicle. On the one hand, Jason was right: everyone was studying intently. On the other hand, the place was pretty full. Most of the cubicles were backing to the stacks, which meant anyone could see her at any time. She finally picked one and sat down,. Her name is Michelle she was aged 32 when it all started and was a dirty fucker,it stared by a guy I know who lived in the flat above her and he told me about her and how he had fucked her.I asked for her number and text her and within half an hour she text back,she invited me over so I had to go and see didn't I.She was quite good looking and we chatted for about a couple of hours but I was getting no where so I said I was leaving,she jumped up and said don't go and peeled my jeans off and. ...private area was also nicely shaped, at least to my eyes. I won'tgo into detail but I must say that if I had to look like a girl, atleast my private area had a, shall we say, demure look as opposed to anoutrageous or slutty look. Interestingly enough, there was absolutely nohair in my pubic region. While I'd possessed pubic hair as a boy, my newform didn't have any trace of it, not even signs of stubble. It was asthough my body didn't possess any hair follicles in that area. Odd.Lastly,. His shriek split the air as he thrashed like a trapped dog, tearing the muscle and sinew in his leg with the jagged end of his bone, no longer concerned with the limb, only survival. I never gave him the chance. I dragged him up my body until his head was within reach. He scratched and clawed at my face neck, leaving deep lines and contusions across my cheeks and lips. I ignored the pain, and pulled his neck under my elbow, locking his head in place. By the look in his eyes, I could tell he.