.– You are good.We were silent for sometime. Then she started touching my head and playing my hair. Oh no, I was in an unconscious state of my big *...***. I responded her by touching her shoulder. After sometime my hands goes wherever her boobs were. Instead of opposed my action, she folded me hard. I started kissing her. Kissing was not so good. She is expert but it was my first kiss. She gave me chance to teach me how to kiss a woman. She suddenly stoped kissing me and said ” You foolish! You. "Fuck Mommy baby!" Barb repeatedly moaned between kisses and probes. "Please make Mommy cum baby!" I didn't protest as I felt Barb's hand slip between us, grabbing me by my throbbing shaft. She wasted no time shoving my cock between her wet lips. With one hard thrust, she took me to the balls. It was as if a switch in her head got turned on and she became a fucking machine. We slammed against each other like wild animals as our passion spiraled out of control. In a frenzied mesh of twisting. Your existence.”“And so I should believe you?” I asked. “Why? There’s no proof. Having an amber mark is no different than having red hair.”“It is quite different,” he said. “And the longer you stall, the longer you argue, the weaker Chloe gets.”I looked at her and shouted her name several times, but she didn’t respond. “Dammit, let her go. She needs help.”“The only thing stopping me from doing so is you’re refusal to cross the shield.”I looked up at him and noted a very small spark of pity in. And then she clapped one slender hand over it, shaking with excitement. "Holy shit," she blurted out, "that means that bitch Charlotte is gone ... and ... shit ... maybe one of us..." Yes," Emily said. The smirk on her face was unmistakable. "Don't think about it, though. Let's just get through tryouts first. I think things might fall in place nicely after that."Michelle craned her neck, looking all around the gym. The bleachers were starting to fill with students curious to watch the tryouts..