Free web cam texts bitches

20 Dec

I wasn’t too bothered about this, as I had anyway half-thought that going into the university’s own self-catering flats would be quite good for my studies – they were conveniently located near the main campus, and I would probably end up with foreign students who would be quiet and leave me to my own devices.

Well, the first part of that expectation was true – and, at first, it seemed that the rest was as well.

The second thing is that I have big breasts – and I mean really big, jutting melon-sized mammaries that need the support of a well-braced 32 inch G-cup bra.

I have flared hips and a prominent rounded ass to compensate, and with my narrow waist this gives me a real hour-glass figure – but it is my big bust that really catches the eye.

Truthfully, I couldn’t wait to get out of school and go to university, somewhere away from London.

For all these reasons, I soon learned the wisdom of disguising my curvy body in baggy track-suits and shapeless hoodies, and never wearing anything tight or revealing or sexy.

It was hurtful, and I suppose I withdrew into myself and my academic studies – so I tended to come top of the class in everything, but have no real friends.

I managed to avoid boyfriends, as fortunately my being ‘brainy’ and uncool put them off, whilst the ‘cool’ crowd went out dancing and clubbing with next to nothing on, flashing their flesh and willing to suck and fuck to get the guys they wanted, and so they monopolised their attention.

I found myself the only British student in a flat of five girls, the other four all being from the same university in Japan, over here to take a one-year Masters course in the management school – this attracted a lot of students from the Far East, so this was no surprise.

Their names were Amaya, Ishiko, Kagami and Midori, and they seemed to be very typical young Japanese women: long lustrous straight black hair, deep dark almond-shaped eyes, and smooth-skinned pale blank faces that rarely showed what they were thinking.