'Nice tits!' Jeff said, straying from protocol rather closer to the point at issue.Julia grinned at him. Obviously he was one for action rather than c...nversation. And he did have rather a good view of her tits, adorned only with a simple pair of plain nipple rings. Below she wore a microskirt that offered tantalising glimpses of the meatgirl tag suspended from the ring that was crimped through her left pussy lip. That was as much de rigeur as black tie would once have been for the men. But not. "What are you here for anyway, Kis?" I'm sorry to come by so late, but I wanted to get the notes you've finished, so I can type them up tomorrow." Whatever," she mumbles, staring intently into the box, apparently having found what she was looking for. I move off to the long work table that spans the far wall. It is piled with stacks of her mounted photographs we've been cataloging for the university and a jumble of papers covered in her spidery scrawl. As I sit to sort through them, I glance. It turned out not to be too difficult with the warm embers still there, and soon she had a good blaze going.Then she picked up the magazine again, saw another on the table, and was going to put them away. But suddenly, she sat down instead and started rummaging through the pages of the other. She noticed the title, Gangbangs and opened it up. There were stories inside, with pictures as well. The title of the one she started to read was "A Woodsman, Four Campers, and a Lost Girl" by Alex. . . at least that is what the sex ed. class called it. Maybe because her body had not yet started to emerge much . . . she basically just memorized terms and spit them back on quizzes and tests and didn’t quite fantasize much about the opposite sex. But there in front of her was a boy she was forever excited about, with his hand rubbing his hidden organ, that she longed to see and know more about. She was about to say something, but then decided to quietly go back to her bedroom and start the.