It's quite simple, they are to wear nothing ... not a stitch ... all day. Their task is also simple, " DO AS YOU ARE TOLD BY ANYONE"It is hoped that y...ur grade will have fun with these last remaining dozen. The upper grade students have also received notes to aid in this last day of Frosh Week. Your and their responsibilities and liberties are as follows:Freshmen may finger and fondle the flesh of anyone found walking about in the nude.Sophomores may spank and strap anyone found walking about. His mind drifted quickly to her face and mostly to that perfect smile of hers. His train of thought was quickly brought back to the class as Sam continued once more."That was pretty easy, right?" Sam asked, as he watched heads nod the affirmation to his question. "That is only a small part of what your mind can do. I want everyone to kneel while facing your partner. Try to go as close to them as you can without touching. It is very important that you achieve this. Closer if you can. Good. Now,. ?" He shivered and twitched, precum started dripping down onto her face. "Since your mouth is so hungry.. Let's see how hungry this mouth is too..." She flipped him over, his chubby butt up in the air with his tail revealing his red cheeks and little pulsing button. She pushed two fingers in and started stretching it out. "Aaahhh ahhh ohhhh please..... Don't stretch it like that...!" She laughed and kept stretching it and pulling it wider until finally she opened her bag and brought out a bowl. Candice June Fletcher (aka ‘Fletch’) was the most socially inept girl I knew. She was awkward, clumsy, and very clueless acting. To make matters worse, her clothes looked like Salvation Army and Good Will store rejects. Even so she had a thing for short skirts which can be a real turn on, fashion sense or not. Fletch was skinny too. In fact up until recently she was the only skinny girl I ever made it with. Maybe I just needed a break from dating fat freaks, or something, who knows. The oddest.