I turn the heat up another notch. "Are you warm enough?" I ask him again. I wrapped him in the emergency blanket I keep in the trunk. Thank God Dad bo...ght it. Thank God I remembered it. Thank God I can swim."Who cares?" I do, you jackass!" my vision blurs for a second and I almost miss my turn. I head to my house this time because no one's home yet and our basement is like its own little apartment. "I care an' yo' momma an' Uncle Marcus an' Coach Dutton an' the whole fuckin' defensive line!". Just thinking about her gave Crystal a rush, but she still couldn’t understand why. She had never been attracted to girls but now all she wanted to do was kiss the soft curves of Makaela’s body. Outside a girl got out of the pool. She walked dripping wet to her table steeling everyone's stares as her body moved. The girl’s name was Trina, a famous runway model for swimsuits. Trina was 5 foot 9 and thin with a bronze skin tone. Her body was beautiful and curvy, perfectly suited for her gorgeous. Samantha’s naked breasts press against your face. Now it's your lips franticly kissing them and your tongue licking and flicking the peaks of her nipples. “Mmmmmmmm! You like my tits don’t you? Naughty boy!” you hear Samantha purr over the throb of the music.Now Samantha’s standing with her legs wide astride your leg inviting your lustful hands to play. Your hand starts on her knee and slowly slides up her thigh. You lift her skirt. Inches from your eyes is the tiny triangle of black, red. ’ Carl rested the violin beneath his chin and drew the bow across the strings. ‘That’s it Carl’ she whispered from behind him ‘feel it deep inside of you. Let it move your soul, your essence. Feel it here.’ Carl felt her hands slide down his stomach to just above his pubic bone and press in firmly. Her scent permeated his nostrils. His felt the stirring in his groin. ‘Yes, that’s it you can feel it now,’ she whispered in his other ear ‘I can see it. Let it carry you, let it take you where it.