The place used to have a very strong urine smell no matter when you went in there. The man used to be standing facing into one of the stalls in the co...ner. When my pal and I or anyone went in he used to start humming a tune to himself. We used to go to the stall on each side of him and pretend to be having a pee. He would stop humming and say to us what the weather was like today. Remarking that we looked fit youngsters he would ask us to feel his arm muscles. Being aware of what would come. There was no need to push slowly, it would not have hurt her less, so with a very strong determined movement, I began to push. She screamed in real pain, and I wished to stop, but it would have served nothing. I withdrew a bit, and then with another determined movement I progressed a bit farther inside. There was a small amount of blood, and Vera was now crying from the pain. This had to continue quickly and I pressed even more firmly and destroyed the hymen this time. There was a steady stram. Forever!Lurline comes over and asks her sister for a lift home, she explainshow she arrived with Janice who is heading over to her boyfriendsplace... So?I find myself momentarily pressed between curvaceous bodies as Hannahhugs her girlfriend's goodbye one after another. I think it's nice howwomen are so touchy-feely. I even find that for some reason, watchingthem air kiss each other as they say goodbye is making sense... I meanwho wants to muss their lipstick?Hannah opens the door for Lurline. It’s funny how among ourselves, girls my age use every raunchy word we know to describe our breasts, and I imagine guys are even worse. But in mixed company even having mine called “tits” instead of "breasts" is titillating. When the eight year old walked up to me, the seventeen year old boy next to me had been acting as if nothing existed below my neck. We were both acting as if I had neither tits nor breasts. But the little eight year old had broken the shell, and neither Roger nor I.