Being a 'posh white girl' in a predominantly Asian/black school was bad enough. But, add my tiny frame, huge bum, glasses, and acne, and you’ll see ...hat I really struggled. Also, I was socially awkward and only felt comfortable when I was at my dance class. Dance was my life — but my commitment also distanced me from the rest of my peers.About three months into the school year, things got even worse when someone tossed my bag into the boys changing room. I went to retrieve my belongings and saw. Marsha Patterson walked along the park path, her poodle Mookie ahead on her leash, sniffing at this and that. Marsha was up early, getting her bit of exercise before heading to work. Nobody else was up so she had the park to herself. The sun was just beginning to appear on the horizon.She was lost in thought and didn't notice anything wrong until Mookie started to bark. Marsha peered into the trees. There was a shadow there, definitely female."Hello?" she offered. The shadow separated from the. I thrust forward, filling her up all at once.Alice reacted immediately. Her head popped up, and she cried out at the sudden sensation. Wiggling in my grip, she tried to push me deeper. I imagine it was overwhelming, going from the intensity of a tongue on her clit to the sudden fullness of a cock deep inside her. I heard Julie moan, whether from the loss of Alice's tongue or the sight of my cock pushing into her friend, directly above her face. I held still for a long moment, savoring the. ‘Man. Rude, I’m still your friend, yo. S’why I didn’t wanna tell you… or have you find those pictures, but I was more worried about the Third Division finding ’em.’ Rude closed his eyes and pressed his lips together, nodding lightly. ‘Come on… it’s not that weird… is it?’ Rude stood up and pulled out the chair tucked under his desk, sat on it backwards, and folded his arms over the upper back of it. ‘You’re asking after all of this… mess,’ he kicked a pile of socks, ‘…if I still find this.