My practice sessions ranged in various ways: be it who I hit with, who I trained with, what I did in practice, how much I ran, how long I was out on t...e courts or on the track, etc. One thing always remained the same: it was exhausting.But despite the lack of consistency, there was one young man who I began to train with on a regular basis. His name was Jon Calfas. He was my age, a good tennis player (no ambition of going pro), and an extremely good lookin' guy. He was a little shorter than I. "Yes." Janice nodded."He didn't look too bad from a distance." Abigail gathered herself. "It wasn't smart for him to bring you home." If Daddy's car had been home, he'd have dropped me off a block away," Janice replied."Did you do it?" Yes." I can't protect you." They say you can," Janice said quietly."They? Who?" You know." Those two kids?" She did know, once Janice mentioned it."Yes." What do they know?" Abigail sighed. "If your father takes it into his head..." They have a plan," Janice. Preceded by a scream of pleasure, Vicki ejaculated a stream of her steamy love juice onto me. Feeling the wet-warm sensation of her hot pussy juice as it ran down my tongue, face, and neck, I pumped my Sweet Cheeks pussy full with a fresh load of hot cream as she ejaculated a stream of her own steamy love juice onto my cock and balls. I was done for the night, and lucky for me so was the ladies; I was exhausted. After a much needed shower, the three of us cuddled-up in bed and were sound asleep. ”Her straightforwardness made me laugh, and I said, “I sure hope so. I came in here to take my panties off because I plan on riding his cock inside this bar before the night is over.”The look on the woman’s face was priceless. She said, “You go, girl!” And she stayed to watch me take off my panties. “Can I have those?” she asked.“Why, don’t you have any of your own?” I asked, wondering where she was coming from.“Oh, I got plenty. I just want yours for a souvenir,” she replied.Wonder-struck, I.