”Now that Claire was assured that Michael was alright and she didn’t have to call for police protection or report a domestic disturbance she grabb...d some paper towels and started wiping up the mess she had made on the table. She was patting the pages of the novel to try to dry them when she demanded. “Tell me what happened for god’s sake”Michael’s adrenalin was still pumping but he managed to sit and calm down while grinning from ear to ear.Claire finished wiping up the table as best she could. The next week, we were to travel to Lincoln Valley to play one of my favorite opponents. I was looking forward to renewing my acquaintance with Bozo One and Bozo Two. I sincerely hoped they hadn't been seniors the previous year.Before the end of school that day, however, there was a last-minute assembly called. The team was scheduled to leave school before the last class, as Lincoln Valley was over an hour away by bus, and the assembly was gathered in the hour before we were to leave. The. "The request startled Michael, prompting him to clutch at his shaggyhair. His grandmother smiled at his response before she went andretrieved two hair clips from her bathroom and put up his hair."There, that's much prettier," she said as she finished.Michael wondered if she was making fun of him, but the kindness in hereyes made it clear to him that she was not going to turn her discoveryinto a negative experience for him. Michael was relieved by thatrealization. He then hurried to eat his. I backed up from him, groaning as his fingers popped out of my twat. His hand released my breast. He stared at me, looking stunned. His eyes flicked up and down my fifteen-year-old body. I turned around, letting him see my rump.As I sauntered away, I said over my shoulder, “I’ll be waiting in my room for you.”I left the living room and hurried to the stairs. I darted up them, my tits heaving. This had to work. He had to come. He had felt my pussy. How wet I was for him. My incestuous lusts.