Anyway, one of the neat things about this college is a good large library. The library has stacks on several floors, accessible by elevator or stairs....Most activity goes on on the main floor and basement, although there's a small steady trickle of people flowing through the upper floors. The window perimeters of the top two floors are occupied by small study or reading cubicles. Wooden roomettes with latchable doors, a built-in desk, a loose chair and walls that start about 1' above the floor. “Shit!” I cried out, feet dancing on the pavement, Steve disappeared for a moment, soon returning saying the Gents was open, not stopping I pushed past him and for the first time found myself in a Gent’s toilet, noting the pretty awful smell and unfamiliar layout I saw the last cubicle was empty and quickly rushed in, there was no lock on the door though and Steve, following me in stood against the door to stop people coming in, dropping my knickers to my ankles I sat down carefully upon the. I was told he had agreed to pretend to be my first customer and I was to look after him while bookman looked on. He selected the book from the pile and I duly put it into the standard brown paper bag, noting the price and the picture of the young girl taking cock. The man did not flinch when he saw me looking and said he liked those the best and bookman said he had made a good choice. I was getting a little hot and bothered by the men discussing sex in front of me so openly but knew I would. Neither of us were really outdoorsy types and we were only really pretend camping. We had borrowed a colleague and friends Winnebago and had found a picture perfect spot at a very lush clearing down by the lake. The night before had been a night of heavy drinking that followed a seriously long stint on the road. Trina and I had both crashed before even undressing properly. When I awoke I heard the birds and I smelt the beautiful fresh clean air but I was alone. I propped myself up on one elbow.