She almost giggled at the thought of getting dressed, she only had on one item of clothing. Sitting down, her one-piece had ridden up her backside and...her bare slit was on full display and pointing towards him. She had positioned herself appropriately, her knees were bent but together and one foot poised on the edge of the sofa while the other tucked itself into the groove at the back.‘On display,’ was a bit of an understatement, or so she thought.A voice startled her and when she looked up she. Like me Burt was only fifteen and very shy and inexperienced with the opposite sex. Unlike me he had two parents who liked sex and weren,t afraid to discuss it with Burt or his sister Charlotte. His father an ex soldier brought back some hardcore porn magazines from his time with the army in West Germany. Though the text was in German no one needed to translate what was happening in the photos which helped show me what consenting adults get up to. Using the magazines we,d had a fair few mutual. “Napoleon was short [see references 1-100].”“A masterpiece,” Sean said sitting back in his chair with his hands folded across his stomach in satisfaction.“A little short, but I’ll give you full credit for it,” Mr. Kindle said. After all, he had asked for a short report on Napoleon.“Thank you. I’m glad I didn’t need the second report. It wasn’t exactly on topic,” Sean said.Mr. Kindle flipped through the reference section and came upon a second report. He read the title aloud, “The Neapolitan. Now, the dorms are co-eds and so that there are boys on the top floor and girls on the bottom floor. There are no bathrooms in the dorm rooms so the boys have to go down the hall to the bathroom. He opens the door and takes off his clothes right in front of the bath stall that he is at. He lays his clothes onto the bench in the back and walks into the shower. He knows that this will have to be quick if he is to catch his first class. So, as a man would do it, he takes a quick shower, but stops.