If I had to wear the wrong colour, I would at least do it with confidence.Behind me, there was a little bit of commotion coming from the bathroom stal...s. As I was still cursing that teachers and students had to use the same toilets in this goddamn college, someone quickly snuck past me and out the bathroom door, a hoodie pulled tight over their head.Curious, I looked around. One of the stalls was open. Was there something fishy going on here? d**gs? Smoking? I threw my stuff back into my bag. In the place of her normal little slit was a gaping opening where I thought I could see all the way up her vagina to the cervix. There were no apparent fluids; she must have cleaned and dried herself in the shower. I marveled at the sight. It was something I'd never even seen, not even on our wedding night. I could only imagine the size of the organ that must have done this damage to Anne's womanhood. I certainly wouldn't be enjoying the pleasures of Ann's tight cunt for some time. if ever. ”, Henry said pushing his shoulders into the deep pillowed corner and slouching his waist into the middle of the couch. He saw my indecision about what to do. “I can let you out the door at any time. I am here for another hour before making my rounds if you want to relax…,” his right hand went into the crotch of the jumpsuit and kneaded the bulge inside, “…and hang out with me.”. I think that was the last full sentence I heard him say for the next hour. My attention was riveted on something. ” “I didn’t think you noticed. Yes, these brushes work be like a late and double Christmas present for my wife,” I said. “Who would be feeling the wood part of the brushes?” “I would be,” I answered. “That is why I was trying them on my hand, but it doesn’t feel the same way.” “Well, we have a set of brushes in the backroom that I could try out on you,” she said. “I don’t know about that. You must be very busy,” I said. “Since it is after Christmas, the store is very slow. Plus there are other.