.. yes..." "Pass me that paper" you whisper. I pass you a paper and pen.I sit next to you as you talk, my hand moves to your knee. You move it away sl...ghtly. My hand moves to the inside of your knee, pulling it back slightly. You give me a look, and move a little away. I follow you sitting closer this time. My hand slides to the rear of your knee, finger-tips hinting at progressing up the rear of your leg. Again you wiggle a little away, but not as far. Maybe you're torn between needing to talk. What a treat to the eyes. A dirty cum sprayed slut with hands in the air boobs, armpits and belly sticky and marked with cum. Pussy wet due to orgasm. Boobs all red due to the playing. I saw her ass, which was sweaty but spotless.“Sluts like you don’t deserve a spotless ass babydoll,” I grabbed a ping pong paddle from my kit while saying this. I pulled her hair and kissed her neck as I glided the paddle on her ass. She could feel the cold paddle gliding on her sweaty ass. I whispered in her. When Tanya Dubrinski's name was called, she walked confidently up the five steps and onto the stage."Wow ... she's a babe all right! Scotty did alright for himself," she said in surprise. "She doesn't look anything like her mom." You noticed that too," her father smirked. "Maybe she was adopted." Dad!" she elbowed him in admonition. "It's a good thing Granma and Grampa didn't hear you."Brent sneaked a look at his parents on the left of Andrea and watched as they anticipated Scott's name being. ‘Tonight…’ he waited patiently for the initial burst of applause to subside,’tonight…we just want to be close to one another. We want to remember promises made in the quiet moments that we will always remember. The faces on the water that don’t disappear with the ripples. Tonight is for those people in your lives.’ Before they knew it, the opening chords of ‘Still’ were coming through the air. Grohl sat with his guitar and scooted up to a microphone. He put the mic a bare inch or so from his.