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Then there was Nicola, a tomboy nineteen year old. She always got into fights and was covered in bruises and cuts. But at the same time she had loads going for her. She wore a tank top that showed of her pale arms and pronounced her large D cup tits. A super short jean-shorts left little two the imagination, it exposed the sides of her panties, most of her cheeks and a perfect outline of here special hole. It almost made you forget about the dirty blond hair and bruised limbs.

Last but far from least is eighteen year old Hanna. Curly blond hair, full lips, the works. She'd make models jealous. Her large C breasts were magically contained in a jumber that's far too tight. Her ass, outlined by tight school trousers, sways as she walks, turning heads left, right and center. Unfortunately you see her the least, only one class a day and nowhere to be found at lunch. You'd love to fell her slide up and down you're pole.

You're snapped out of your daydreams as your dad enters the kitchen. You don't talk much, both to tired to talk. He sips his coffee while reading the newspaper. You chew your toast and think of old nuns to try and control your rage down bellow. finally your dad goes to work and a bit later your school bus arrives. A nod to the driver and you're off to school.