The Makarov clattered onto the ground and their bodies followed, each woman clawing at the other in an effort to gain some sort of control. At first ...t was brutal—knees, legs, elbows and fingernails all in use, and even a couple of attempted head-butts. But eventually, with their legs scissored around each other’s body as they struggled and their hands locked on the other’s wrists, it became a stalemate, neither of them able to take control. Their eyes met—Annälisa’s blue and cool, Salma’s. Turning, I noticed the same scratches on my back, this time deeper, longer and a multitude more. I smiled and chuckled to myself as I reminisced the looks on her face the night before as she had inflicted each one. Some were purposeful teases, drawing her nails down my skin slowly to incite my passion. Others were involuntary, her hands clawing at my skin and pulling tightly in the midst of her own pleasure. Each mark was a battle scar, and a badge of honor. I removed the last of my clothing. There must have been 6-8 of them! It was a few minutes before they all arrived in my living room, and they kept the lights off but were whispering furiously. Then I saw a shadow of a girl removing her top, and a head starting to suck on her breasts. I heard a moan, then whispering, then both of them slowly and quietly climbed the stairs. It seemed like it took an eternity for them to come up, but they eventually did, and entered my room. I was laying on top of my covers with a huge erection,. He had been out for a run before class and had to pee. Now. Bad. Simon is a freshman at Caledon College, a small liberal arts college in Minnesota. The tall, awkward former high school band member just had to go to the bathroom even though it would make him late for English class.Simon found the bathroom down a quiet hallway near the classroom. As Caledon was one of the first colleges to transition to all gender-neutral bathrooms, this was formerly a small female bathroom. The school had.