BlackSnake
Anaconda
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- Aug 20, 2002
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There has to be a story in here somewhere.
Fall 2004 freshman class. They just got out of high school and are entering their first semester of college. The first week is always the most exciting as girls who have been restricked in the way that they dress, put on the shortest skirts they can find with only a thong underneath step onto the campus. They smile because eyes are on them. Multitudes of eyes.
The skirts I'm referring to are not the tight shirts, its the ones that fit at the waist and then flare out...and they are taking long modle like strides.
You guest it. Butt-cheeks for all the world to see.
By the time they figured out that they should have worn something just a wee-bit longer, they aren't able to hide their glowing mounds. They begin to struggle, holding the hem of the little garments to keep anyone from seeing their goodies from behind. The problem with that is it flies up in the front.
One by one they learn that the seats in the classroom aren't any help. They struggle. Some just give up, others find a friend to help them, but even that won't do, because their friends have their own classes to goto.
......How about students and their professors, because the front is the only place heads won't turn and draw more attention to them.
...lol
Fall 2004 freshman class. They just got out of high school and are entering their first semester of college. The first week is always the most exciting as girls who have been restricked in the way that they dress, put on the shortest skirts they can find with only a thong underneath step onto the campus. They smile because eyes are on them. Multitudes of eyes.
The skirts I'm referring to are not the tight shirts, its the ones that fit at the waist and then flare out...and they are taking long modle like strides.
You guest it. Butt-cheeks for all the world to see.
By the time they figured out that they should have worn something just a wee-bit longer, they aren't able to hide their glowing mounds. They begin to struggle, holding the hem of the little garments to keep anyone from seeing their goodies from behind. The problem with that is it flies up in the front.
One by one they learn that the seats in the classroom aren't any help. They struggle. Some just give up, others find a friend to help them, but even that won't do, because their friends have their own classes to goto.
......How about students and their professors, because the front is the only place heads won't turn and draw more attention to them.
...lol
