I also remember being bullied at school. I had seen my Dad fight hisfather and I knew that I was not a fighter. My Dad was a fighter. Hewould tell ...e that my approach to being bullied should be to "Punch himon the nose." Fine advice I am sure, but when you are not strong enoughand don't measure up, it's not advice you can act on. I remember mybullies would call me a "sissy" and a "faggot" and say that I was gay.I wasn't but I was not strong enough to fight them and would cry, asthey would. The action lasted for aboutten minutes. How his knees held out I'll never know! Eventually, ofcourse, he stopped, went rigid and without a sound shot his load into her.Then, still in character, he gave her a last kiss, did up his trousers andjust walked away, leaving her with her pants around her ankles in thealley! Hafida staggered about for a moment or two, retrieved her pants andpulled them up. As she was putting her bra to rights, I was just going togo and fetch her back inside the. Shortly thereafter, the girls were rubbing together. They were physically separated by ten feet, but they felt closer to each other than they ever had.Things had been kicked up a notch, but that didn’t mean everything changed. Bob didn’t start parading around with his stiff cock hanging out. The girls didn’t change their routine, either. Part of that involved the discipline required of all of them to navigate college life. For Bob, it was making sure he was prepared for classes. For the girls. Our lips locked and our tongues caressed each others mouths and naturally my wandering hands found their way into her blouse where i found she had on a nice little shelf bra that held her titties up but allowed her nipples to be perked up on top without restrictions wow what a nice feeling after so long away. I instantly felt the hardness of her perky nipples as they stood already erect. My other hand found its way to her knee then worked its way up under her mini skirt to find another surprise.