" My hair?" I gasped"Yes Andy, your hair. I've been thinking. If you don't want the authorities to find you, you're going to have to hide, or disguise...yourself. I run a school for girls here, which would be a perfect place for a young boy like yourself to hide, no-one would suspect that a boy would be attending an all girls school."I could hear the clockwork ticking away in my head trying to figure out just what she was suggesting I do. She was right, I didn't want to get caught by the. But despite that all I can think about is those lovely girls and what they’re doing to me, as they dance and dance and I’m leaking non-stop in my pants, trembling all over, on the verge of perv ecstasy. Wump! Wump! Wump! I’m doing it in my pants. Shot after shot and fortunately I pretend to cough – a ruse that will serve me well in the years to cum – and I feel the spunk soaking into my underpants, right round to my arse so the chair will get wet too, and still more shots, the most unbelievable. Her name shall be whatever you’d like it to be. She was a Mexican American girl, 20 years old from a town in Texas. Beautiful hair, great smile, short, tight body, and had style. I remember her feet and toes made my dick hard. Small feet and well taken care of. Now I must inform that the building has 5 apartments per floor. My cousin and this beauty lived in the first two apartments on one end. The apartment on the other end of floor was occupied, other two in the middle were empty. This. About an hour later, he returned, carrying a black plastic trash bag.“We, Sir, hit paydirt! But damn, you owe me huge for this…” Van exclaimed as he shut the door behind him. “Don’t open this.” He advised, dropping the bag near the front door.“What is it?”“It is your old clothes and hair from the party,” he spoke almost conspiratorially, “plus some of your dried up puke.”I blanched and made a grossed-out face.“What the Hell makes you so happy about this?”Van rolled his eyes, and took a seat.