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Tammy was extremely, painfully horny by her last class. The girls at her new school were much more conservative than they'd been at Roosevelt; all the boys acted as if they'd never seen a girl without a bra before. Tammy had lost count of the number of guys who had hooted at her, or made obscene gestures, or the even larger number, who had remained bashfully silent while enormous cocks had swelled obscenely in their jeans. At lunchtime she had passed a roughlooking bunch of boys around a row of hot cars in the parking lot, sand she'd had to run when two of them had started following her. The other girls in the high school looked at her jealously all the time. The teachers were just as bad. They weren't supposed to get horny for high school girls young enough to be their children, but it was hard for them to resist staring at her big tits through her skimpy top. And Mr. Jennings, the teacher of her last period class, was the worst of all. Tammy sat primly in the front row, realizing that she was the center of the poor man's attention ...»