With this Clara thought back to her high school years. Tenth grade Hunter Wills. The guys had just finished running track and were coming back into th... changing room. She had watched him intently, admiring his firm body running, sinews stretched beating his competitors. She had walked over in the direction of the changing rooms as they were about to head in, catching his eye. He stopped dead, looking her up and down. Clara in a tight polo and running shorts, even at this age her breasts full. I pick out one girl, and during the class, while the rest of the students are working, I move over casually to this student and start talking with her about her work. While talking I will absentmindedly stroke her hair, and she will respond by rest-ing her head against my hand, carefully so that nobody will notice. We are both quickly becoming excited. She knows what I want, and she wants it too.By this time I am becoming hard, and she will notice and push her chair back a little so that her. She entered and flung herself on the couch, sobbing. -0-0-0- Jim looked down at the front of his lab coat with concern. The coffee mug had broken the bottle of "Liquid Body" in his pocket. He knew he wasn't in danger, the stuff had too high of a viscosity to be absorbed directly into the skin. It had to be in the blood stream, either through injection or ingestion before the gene sequence would activate itself. Gingerly gripping the lapel of the coat with his fingers, Jim began to. So I'd better get on with it and tell you.I had been at a recruiting fair held in one of the student halls of residence; this was an event designed to entice all those of us with long vacations coming up soon to join some worthy company or charity for work experience, or an internship or something along those lines. It doesn't really matter about the details.The event was very busy, and as I wandered from stall to stall I became aware of how many other girls were as eager as me to make an.