Dark eyes framed by darker lashes. Yeah, I was pretty, if not gorgeous. Funny that I hadn’t noticed that, in the past year, I’d left my girlish lo...ks behind and was now somewhere between the girl I’d been and the woman I would blossom into. Secretly, I thought that, in a few years, I’d be a bit of a hottie. It was a good feeling, thist burst of sudden confidence and the realization that Abby had probably seen that as well. It wasn’t one sided; she was as attracted to me as I was to her. Since. "You know I don't look down on that, right?" I asked."I know you don't. You've always been really sweet about that. But some of the others don't get it." She was cooling down. After a moment she looked back out the window."I really don't want to go back to work on Monday." She said."Me either. I don't want this to end." I said. She squeezed my hand."Well it better not end, bub." She growled. I shook my head at her, and she knew what I meant. She kissed my palm, just like at the bar a week ago,. I would often perform it at gatherings. It was often fun. So there I was, on a little stage in the corner of the pub, the guests watching me do my comedy tap dance routine to a crude plinky plonk piano to the song Tea for Two. Naturally, I was dressed for the occasion in my shiny, long sleeve black Lycra leotard, black fishnets over high gloss suntan tights, tap shoes and a short jacket. (Not forgetting my glossy black bobbed wig and immaculate makeup) There I was, biting my lip, whenever I. Her chest still heaving.Coach walked over to the desk putting his cock in her mouth and she drew it in and it slid down her throat. He pushed it hard and she jerked and twitched. That little snorting sound came from her nose each time he put it all the way in. She remembered her mother doing that when dad was all the way in. Then Coach grabbed her hips and lift them up impaling her in the throat. Again she snorted and shook. He lifter her off and she felt Mr. Newnen dick replace his as Coach.