I noticed she was a little tipsy. Somehow it was very cute. She looked at me with a curious look. Then she smiled and said:"Why don't you come inside?...You can call the locksmith and wait here until he comes. You never now, it could talk some time before he arrives"."Thank you, that's very nice of you"."Please come in," she said and I followed her into her apartment. I walked behind her and enjoined every move she made.Her apartment was amazing. Like walking into another time. Like the fifties.. This place had never been busted before to myknowledge and it had been the last thing on my mind as it was aprivate club. But pictures of myself being arrested, booked, trying tomake bail, etc., kept flashing through my mind.I finally left the bathroom with a knot in my stomach and noticedthere were no policemen at the front stairs, so without thinking Iquickly walked down the stairs, fully expecting to be stopped butwasn't and kept going out the front door, got in my van outside andwith knees. Jack Osborn was disappointed that Billy was to be the starter, but he did nothing to undermine Billy, so they got along as well as could be expected.The first regular game of the season was to be an "away game" in the gym of their crosstown rival. That was a short bus ride, so the kids only missed their afternoon classes. The coach wanted to make this a memorable occasion for his team, so he had them march to the bus with the school band (barely) playing a marching tune. The game was well. I was beginning to ENJOY his fingers in my pussy, and in spite of my mind’s horror, my traitorous body was beginning to undulate gently in time to his insistent fingers between my thighs.Then, with a sudden upward movement between my legs, he ground his fingers hard into the wetly throbbing opening of my cuntal passage and wormed their stubby tips far up inside me. “Ooohhhhhhhhhh …” I moaned, jolted by the searing entry of his hard fingers.His fingers continued their wild rotator plundering.