Finally. Her nipples have swollen erect and are poking through the thin fabric. They look like little bullets. She's pretending to be relaxed, he thin...s, but she's gone and excited herself with that little speech.He grins. Its time to start playing her."Really? You're just a nervous little girl," he says dismissively. "Let's face it, you're barely put of your school uniform. You're sat there pretending to be tough but I bet you're wearing the cutest little panties under that dress, and I bet. That's got to feel good." the announcer prompted."It feels great." Tuesday you play Lake again, and if you win... ?" If we win, we sew up the district championship." And if you lose?" We won't, but we'd still be in good shape. Lake has the best win-loss record in the district next to us. If they win and then win their next three games and we lose to Lake and our last three games we'd be tied and there'd be a playoff game. If they lose even one of their last four games or we win, then we can't. That’s also just a fact. It transcends reason. I think we all bear our scars, some seen and some invisible. You have yours, I have mine. Somehow, when we are together, mine don’t seem so deep or important. I think it’s the transformational power of how I feel, and that’s a fact too. I remember saying to you once, ‘What does one do about gravity, it’s just a fact.’ The only reasonable answer: one weaves facts like the how I love you into the fabric of a life, even though true love is, by. His balls swung madly."Yes! Oh God, yes! Spurt your cum inside me! Hove it! Pump me full of hot jism!"He pinned her to the ground, his cock a numb pole between his legs. Again and again and again he fucked in to the hilt, and her tits wobbled from the force of his fuck-thrusts. He squeezed her legs tightly in his hands, screwed up his eyes with lust. And then something snapped inside him, and he was coming.Hot jism splashed out into Penny's cunt. It shot out in thick, creamy jets, far.