I told her she can continue sweeping while I changed. She told, “Ok.” I was drying my body and hair while continuing to stare her shapely ass main...ained perfectly. The saree on her young body looked ravishing. I wondered how long she’ll stay in shape after marriage especially once her hubby starts fucking her ass.She continued to work not looking at me while I continued to stare at her while changing. She couldn’t hold enough and turned her head slightly to look directly at my cock and I again. "Oh god, yes," she moaned."Yeah," I said, grunting a little as I pushed. I wanted inside her but I didn't want to hurt her. Too badly, anyway, "Yeah, you love it up the ass, don't you girl?" Fuck yes," she moaned as her little rosebud stretched around the head of the cock, letting it slide in, "I love it."I worked it in slowly, it was easier once the head was in but she grunted with every inch."Yeah, you do," I said, seeing her whole body tense up and shudder as I pushed the big cock into her,. People here remembered details of that excruciating loss to the Lake Oswego Lakers better than I did. As people talked of the many miracles of that season, I reminded them that the biggest miracle of all was that we were even there."We graduated 98 percent of our offensive and defensive lines the year before that. We went into that season with only two returning starters on the line, and half the line that year were sophomores. They were the real heroes of that season. Certainly not me."That. Bobbi is one of those women who wear plaid skirts, long out of fashion, and starched white blouses with comfortable shoes. You would never think of her as a sexual being. I figured her for a lesbian like the Big Dyke.Then one night, we were the last two in the staff game room. We had been playing a rousing game of cribbage. Like I said, there's not much to do here. Bobbi leaned back and asked me, "Marc. Have you ever played strip poker?"I was flummoxed. It was the last thing I expected to hear.