On he other hand, I didn't really have a greatdeal of options. Making my way over to the sinks, I wriggled out of thegown to appreciative, but discree... glances from the assembled lezzies.All thing said and done, even with the audience, it was with somerelief I hung the stupid gown on a convenient hook. It was gorgeous, Ireally adored the way it was suggestively naughty, yet remained verymodest, but it was just too impractical. I mean, while wearing it, Icould barely walk from one end of the. "Loser has to play their next game with ME."Still dressed in my borrowed gym clothes and carrying my polo shirt and jeans over one shoulder, I said goodbye to the Fukuzakis. Nick clapped my shoulder and told me any guy who could play as well as I could was good enough to date his little sister. Mike was still complaining that I must've fouled him over the back to get that last offensive rebound and tip-in. And Mr. Fukuzaki simply shook my hand and thanked me for coming.Still dressed in her cute. Sarah heard the change in her wife's breathing and started to suck on the nipples harder, pulling them as far as her lips could. Lisa's moaning turned to grunting and then to almost a scream as she came and the waves washed over her body.Greg's cock had shrunk by then, and he backed up slightly letting the last little bit fall out of Lisa's pussy. Sarah moved her hand down to catch the dribble. Instead of licking her hand immediately, she sort of pushed some of the cum back inside Lisa. Then. When I was a senior in high school, I had such a female friend. Her name was Christy. To me she was the closest thing to perfect as one could get. She had straight brown hair, that when down, flowed half way down her back. She played volleyball, so she had a smoking hot body, but the one thing that I adored was her baby blue eyes. Her eyes sparkled when she smiled, and it was my goal to keep her smiling every time we were together. Christy was popular in school, but not only for her good looks.