Ashley felt herself flush and, in spite of herself, getting excited. "What do you want to do?" I asked. "I don't know," Ashley replied, answering hone...tly. She had only ever kissed a guy once before and that guy was as nervous as she was. She had heard girlfriends talk about going all the way and about sex, with older men but had figured most of them were lying about it. Anyway, John was a nice guy and she figured he wouldn't press her for something she didn't want to do. She felt my arm wrap. . uh ... unnhhhhhggghhh!" Debbie cried out as Renard claimed her.Applause rang round, amid congratulatory comments flowing about."Lick it up, you slut!" spat the laughing voice of Renard.Soon followed by;"Ok boys! Help yo'self!"Compelled to look once more Jennifer could see several of the men rapidly removing their clothes and swarming over the poor woman on the table. Debbie herself gave a sob of pure despair as the mob grabbed her, positioned her and screwed her.In her box Jennifer was. That is, when I was in the common room with Jill or Jane or Allie, and they were in open-toe shoes or had a shoe off, and I could see their feet, I would focus there and begin to be excited.I told them about all the times I would visit Allie's office and she would be on the phone, and I could see her idly let her shoe drop, and how excited I would get, standing there. I told them how often I would eagerly rush to the restroom after being in their presence, to drop my pants and undies - panties. Do you remember?”Ugh. I literally don’t care about school, I’m a normal person, I just want to be with my friends, and enjoy life. She’s always in my business. My teachers are assholes, and I just put them in their place sometimes when they try to come for me. So what if I’m talking to the person next to me in class, mind your business. So what if I literally never do homework, if you fail me you just have to deal with me for another semester. I know these explanations aren’t going to work on.