‘We had a cameraman here when your group rolled in and it was incredible,’ began Amber as she hugged her friends. ‘It was a wonderful TV moment ...o show you guys leading what looked like thousands of volunteers into the park. It’s all over the internet, and cable news has picked it up. They’ll have some crews here shortly, I’m sure. I’m here to interview you about this for our six o’clock news.’ ‘Jordan, you go with Amber. We’ll keep working on getting everything ready for the volunteers when. “But the boys wouldn’t be doing this!” she objected indignantly. “They’re my friends, most of them. They don’t go round raping girls.”“They’d all encourage each other,” smiled Mr Fallows, “and do what their teacher told them and what nature intended.” He addressed the pretend class again: “Now boys, pull the leotards down the arms, and off the arms so the sleeves are free.”Nikki put up a token resistance as her tits were bared and air wafted over the sensitive skin. She could feel Mr Clements’s. Her breasts heaved, pushing against my defined chest wrapped in that black T-shirt she loved.Her hands were on the window as I unclasped her bra then slid it off of her, still locked in a sweet embrace with her lips. I massaged her naked breasts before breaking the kiss to suck her nipple. She sighed, long and slow, relishing the touch of her lover. My hands worked their way down to her panties. I massaged her entrance through them. She desperately pressed her hips to my fingers, wanting them. He slowly buttered the bread, took a biteand chewed. I realized he was trying to figure out how to answer me andtook this time to formulate his answer."No. Not that I don't want to. Its just that girls never give me achance." What about boys. Have you made it with a boy?"This time his answer was swift."Oh, God no, Mary. People think I am gay because of the way I look andmaybe because of the way I act, but making it with another boy is out ofthe question."So that we would not be overheard,.