There are eleven on a team, and we have five substitutes.”“What are the ages of those sixteen?”“I know where you’re going with this - and I ...an tell you now, there’s not a girl on our team who would turn you down, even if they didn’t get a full body makeover ... To answer your question - there are four who are fifteen, six who are seventeen and six who are eighteen.“You and Amber need to set up a team meeting ... Someplace private and secluded. You need your daughters there with us, too.”“Fuck. **Note from the Author: Special thanks to all of the folks who gave mefeedback on my first story, it was greatly appreciated. Michelle’s car was not in her carport when I pulled up in my driveway. I went inside my door and closed it quietly behind me. The enveloping silence a welcomed change from the chaos of the roads and the tangled web that seemed to be building following my ‘meeting’ with Clare. I was deeply concerned about Michelle, not only about what her reaction to my fucking Clare might be, but I had no inkling of what she was up too as a result of our telephone conversation. Inspire of these thoughts, I. I took, in the sweet smell of your pussy. Your pussy dripped and glistened with your moisture. I flicked my tongue the length of your slit. Your body quivered as if pulses of electricity were coursing through your spine. Your nipples stood to attention like miniature soldiers.I pushed my tongue into your pussy. I licked and massaged the insides of your vagina. Your moans were getting louder as I lapped at your tender flesh. My thumb rubbed against your clit, whilst my tongue fucked you without.