All through the class I worked with two girls Jill and Tammy. Often first aid involves transporting of the wounded. Tammy made it really easy. She was...just about 5' tall and maybe weighed a whole of 85 pounds. I simply would scoop her up and carry her. We did this all through the class. Every once in a while the instructor would come over and make the girls transport me, but most of the time we skated by. One day I get to class and Jill isn't there. I asked Tammy about it and she said that Jill. “Sure, what’s up?”“Can we, uh, talk somewhere private?”“Oh, ok sure, I guess we can go into my bedroom and close the door.”“That works” she replied.She followed me into the bedroom and I shut the door behind us. She was standing nervously next to the bed.“OK what’s up? I asked.“OK so” she started. “I’m leaving for school today and ... uh ... I don’t want to start school a uh, a virgin.”I just want to point out that Hannah was rarely short for words. Her mom had always treated her as an equal. Incredibly low motility for some reason. I realized just then that it was possible that it was a two way problem. Will and Dashawn stroked their own cocks while leering at Judy. Will had a real shag of a carpet surrounding his cock and balls, which were also frighteningly large. His balls sagged a tad more, and he was colored slightly lighter than Michael. Dashawn had lawn in his pubic triangle as well, although it was neatly trimmed compared to Will’s unruly forest. Again, he sported a giant. That was when we walked inside and I noticed that there were no customers, nor any lights on at all. What kind of workday was this in a bookstore? Rachel even locked the front door behind us and no one even bothered to put up an open sign. This was all very strange, as was what greeted me when I reached Sahar’s office in the heart of the building. There, tied to her office chair and gagged, was Sahar’s husband, Dennis Barker. I looked closer and saw that he wore only his boxers and he still.