He had slunk into his room. Once more inhaling and with his inquiring mind, he tried to imagine how the material had become stained, it could be piss ...f course, but surely his piss would be similar and it didn’t smell like that.He had been called to dinner and the knickers were hurriedly stashed away and forgotten for some time. Hiding the sliver of silk in his cluttered bedroom was no problem, but over a year or so, being forgotten in a young boy’s fertile exploring mind, they had never. “Okay, Civia. When you put it like that, I see your point. Your thanks are appreciated, and you’re very welcome. This is a pretty close-knit team and we look out for each other. Sure, there are closer sets of friends on the team, as you’ve seen or will see. But, when it comes to the team, we’re all very supportive of each other. That is something Coach pushed, but so nearly invisibly that I’ll bet many don’t realize it. I didn’t until last year. Coach is the third coach that I’ve had in soccer. His cock had Never felt as good in her pussy as it did now. He was fucking her with reckless abandon, like he just had to have her. Marie was creaming again already just from feeling that Steve right now Wanted her more than he had in a long time. Marie wondered if Steve was trying to step up his game now that she had tasted some Black dick. It didn’t matter. All that mattered was that Steve was fucking the shit out of her. She told him she wanted to get on top, and after changing positions and. Maggie didn't know what Beth needed advice for this time, but whatever it had been, Elvis and Aunt Prudie encouraged her to chase after me, which, of course, ended up with her being in the contest Maggie cooked up.When I told George all this at school the next day, he was as amazed as I'd been the night before and decided he needed to go chat with Elvis himself. I found this to be as sane an idea as everything else I'd heard of late and wished him good luck.He and Maggie hung together like.