“He let you wear them?”“Why not?” Max asked. I picked up my boots. The closet was upstairs. I stopped on the first stair. I wasn’t going to ...arry in that snow, and left them on the second bottom step.“Just, he said they’re not ... I wish I could sleep this worry off in my own bed,” she muttered. I had a soft frown as I crested the stairs.“They plowed the streets. I bet the sidewalks suck, but I could walk you home if you want,” I offered. Sam was sitting on my bed with her ankles tucked against. Blubbering in the water, stunned, his tail and butt high in the air, he struggled at grabbing his cock to throttle it, hearing Jim open the stall door and walk away, leaving his friend to swim or drown.Shaken, wet, and exceptionally horny, a furred young man stood up, looking around the room, he was by then not alone. His moments of thrashing to rise up and stand were duly noted by other students, they stood peering, having a look over the privacy barrier.“Hey look at furry Benny; he is all. He moved one hand to the crotch of my shorts and started rubbing me while still rubbing and pinching my nipples through my tee-shirt. I felt myself responding to his fingers and arched my pussy towards his hands. He slipped his fingers in to the leg of my shorts rubbing my pussy with strong rough strokes. He slams his finger into my pussy and starts pushing it in and out. It stings a bit but I keep pushing against him moving my hips with the motion of his hand and fingers. He pushes me forward. Mind made up I strolled purposefully into the kitchen.Anita was standing side on to me talking to my mother as I entered. She was wearing a flowery summer dress that emphasised her developing young figure, which, of course, I found appealing but it was the smile she gave me when she saw me that stopped me in my tracks. All the previous hours of self debate and my intentions went out the window. Instinctively, I knew that I could never deliberately hurt this girl. That she was so happy to see me.