After he was gone, I commented to Carol, "He seemed like a nice guy - fit and good looking too - but you weren't interested in him?"Carol looked down ...t me for a while, and I could see her thinking about what to say. But in the end she just said, "No, I wasn't interested in him." She said it with an air of finality, so I didn't pursue the topic further. The unknown asshole had obviously had a bad effect on Carol's attitude to guys.After an hour or so of exercise, I suggested heading back. The halls were deserted, so she made her way to the locker room withoutanyone even giving her a passing glance. She walked down the stairs andpaused in front of the door to the locker room. She took a deep breathand walked inside.The locker room was full of teenage girl changing into theircheerleader's uniform. She was didn't know what to do until Angela, thecaptain of the cheerleading team walked over to her."Oh, hi Amanda, I thought you were sick." Sick?" she asked, amazed at the sound of her. ” Then I sat between Farida Apa’s thighs, I didn’t remove my lungi and my hard erected penis became an iron-rod. I didn’t let her see my penis and I wanted to give her a surprise. I parted her legs wider and Farida Apa widened her legs folding from her knees and made a big ‘M’. I then lifted my lungi up and brought out my giant penis which is 8” long and 2” in diameter.I rubbed my circumcised strawberry shaped pointed penis head with her highly lubricated pussy hole and then thrust the penis. .just keep reading. Who cares, really? Two chapters later, she realized she'd been subconsciously squeezing her thighs together, trying to put pressure on her clitoris. She sighed quietly and looked around again. No one seemed to be paying any attention to her, least of all the woman sitting a few feet away, whose nose was buried in a worn copy of Anna Karenina. Miranda thought for a moment, and then realized this was a prime opportunity to try something she'd wanted to for a long time, but.