I will not mention the sanitation routine that we had to endure but, suffice it to say, that we tried our best to preserve our own modesty in this. Th...e food was, of course, larger than we were used to. The giantess, Clancy, brought out something called Yam and Exs (I think that was what she called it). The meat was large enough to feed us itself and the Ex's, from thinking about it they did resemble eggs so maybe I could have misheard her, they were white with a yellow middle that was liquid in. Next day when attending all the classes I went to look for the court and some coach or players of basketball. What I found was more than I expected, it was not just a basketball court with some players but it was the whole stadium and there were squads of coaches and other crews. I saw some of them exercise, some shooting the ball, defensive and attacks plays. I was watching them and I heard a coach from my back. He recognized me from the plays in school and high school. He also watched me. . . . . . . . .The computer screen showed a gorgeous ladyboy blasting fountains of white cream into the air. "Oh, what a wonderful release that must be!" she thought, as she watched the last few drops streaming down the pulsating organ decorating her monitor. Millie's panties were soaked from the hours she had spent researching her latest obsession. The room was dank with the musky scent of feminine arousal."I can't watch any more!" Millie said , as her fingers came to rest inside her twitching. She was an energetic girl. She could bounce off the walls, but she didn't usually cause problems. I passed her in the living room with her feet curled up, her black hair framing her cute face. She had her hair in pigtails. “I bet Rafaela has that top in her closet still,” said Ingrid. She stared at her phone. Eighteen and acting so wise now. Like she hadn't been my baby only yesterday. “Angélica has been copying her wardrobe.”“I know,” I muttered and reached the stairs. They creaked beneath me..