Remember I told you that on Fridays we had to attendgym class because it was a special class? Well, guess what...It wasspecial, and scary, at least fo... Donna and me. It was a dance class.The boys from across the street came over and we had to dance withthem, that was bad enough but it was the kind of dancing our parentsdid, where we held each other close. I damn near shit when I found Iwould be letting a boy put his arms around me.I looked for Donna but he was all the way across the gym. My. Sometimes biting, carefully. She liked it very much. In between licks, I would massage and play with the right tit as well. I enjoyed them both so much. And I went to town. I put my face in between them and squeezed both of her love balloons really hard.They were so big I could actually suffocate in between them.After a short while she lowered my shirts and put her mouth around my dick. Samantha really knew how to deep-throat. Her blowjob was fast, strong and aggressive. Amazing by all. As he approached her, he was sure she was a bonny lass. She certainly wasn’t fat, although certainly not thin, and she had a very impressive pair of breasts. Paul didn’t think of himself as a tit-man, although when he and his mates discussed what it was that they liked most about women, he’d never quite decided if he might not be. He didn’t have Dave’s attraction for arses or Baz’s for thighs, and he was self-aware enough to know that a pretty face, however bonny, wasn’t enough without a good. Cindy fell onto the floor into her own urine and feces trying to escape the intense abdominal pain.Finally, it stopped. Cindy lay still, panting, naked, looking at Jose. Jose ordered her to stand up. When Cindy hesitated, he turned the knob on the box again producing similar results. Cindy jerked and twitched as the feces poured from her ass and urine soaked the floor. Her lower body was covered in her own waste filth when Jose turned the knob to zero again. He causally ordered Cindy to stand.