"Hey girls! Come on in the water feels good!" Yelled Coach Ryan. I couldn't believe Coach Ryan was actually hanging out with us. He acted like he didn...t want to be coaching a bunch of college kids new cheers and new routines. Most of the girls were already in love with him even though he was somewhat standoffish. His dark brown spiky hair and his brown eyes made most of the girls feel like they wanted to swoon. "Hey Coach!" Rochelle and I yelled. We looked at each other and giggled. I wonder if. “Hide what?” Sean asked picking himself up off the floor.Chom said, “If we take him hostage maybe she’ll give us some more.”“You know better than that,” Clea said.“She’d never make any of that meatloaf ever again if it meant getting him back,” Pip said. He held up a jar of pickles and looked at it.Chom said, “I forgot. She hates him.”“Hey!” Sean’s mother said. “I don’t hate him.”“You could have fooled me,” Pip said. He opened the jar of pickles and smelled the contents.“He’s my baby boy. I love. She grabbed my hand and balancing on one arm pulled my hand lower on her body. My hand touched her belly button and then I felt my fingers running through her pubic hair. She angled my hand upwards and guided my fingers to rest on her crotch. She pushed my fingers into her slit and I felt her warm juices coming out of her, making my fingers slippery and wet. I pulled my fingers back and brought them to my nose. They had a different smell than Suzys, not quite was sweet, and a little tangier. I. Soon we reached the multiplex and I went to park the vehicle and asked her to buy the tickets. She must be standing in the queue for tickets when some two-three young guys were standing behind her started talking softly with each other about her beauty. She could hear some talk while there would be less noise. They must be looking at her ass and passing on comments about her. The guys were talking in the usual mens’ language saying “saali ki gaand mast hai” and more like that. She started.