What did this mean?“You really don’t care,” he asked timidly.“Not really,” I replied twitching my shoulder. I had butterflies in my stomach ...nd I looked at the floor to keep from staring and his throbbing member. Mine was getting hard too, from seeing his, and I could feel the blood draining from my head into my boxers.“We could look at stuff together then,” he said nodding towards the computer.“Sure,” was my only reply. My heart was pounding in my chest and my ears were on fire. He walked back. His schoolmate, who sat on his right, had told him to make a large hole in his right pocket, big enough to get your hand through it and roam around unhindered. The next time they had their history notebooks on the desks and were leaning over them in a semblance of industry he felt his friend's hand creep into his pocket, and he opened his thighs to accommodate what was certain to come next. The fingers gently found their way up to the waistband of his white pants, hesitated a moment, and then. I drew out a dark brown coat with long skirts and a pair of lighter-colored breeches."Get a shirt and some good stockings," said the woman, who was now standing just behind me.I did."Well," the woman said, "let's not waste time. Get dressed. Let's see if they fit."I looked from woman to woman, shrugged and drew my shirt over my head and donned the fine, soft, almost-new one with its full sleeves and long ties at the throat. I pulled off my boots and ratty stockings, hesitated, glanced at the. I still couldn’t believe what was happening to me. A man walked by and saw the girls. I asked him if he wanted a hot cup of coffee. He said yes and came and sat down at the table. He watched as they washed each others bodies and then their hair. He asked me who they were and I told him. He said that they were beautiful. The girls had been so into what they were doing they hadn’t really noticed him. When they did they both smiled at him and waved. He said hey. I asked him where he was from and.