This gave me a perfect opportunity to slide those damn shirt folds out of the way and run my hands up and down her breasts and torso. The breasts were...soft and pliable, while her stomach was hard and muscled. What a perfect body she had. She was gorgeous. I took my leisurely time, rhythmically sliding in and out of her snatch but not increasing the tempo. In time I sensed that she was getting more aroused again, then I sped up the action. We were both nearing plateau, I think that she came. Waking to the locker room she found it open and put the little doorstop in. Looking around she found the bag of balls and jerseys in the office. Pulling out her phone she texted her coach saying that she had found them. Just after she hit send she felt someone grab her from behind and throw her against the wall, stunned by the initial blow she couldn't do much to stop the attacker throwing her to the floor. Ryan couldn't believe what he was doing, but he had made a promise to himself and now he. And it wasn’t too far from an all-night Laundromat.I ditched my actual luggage and ID cards in the bus station locker and picked up some worn, but not shabby, clothes from the Goodwill store.Moving in was pretty painless, what with having no furniture and all. I bought a lawn chair, a blue tarp, some tools, some screws, bolts and a little bit of assorted hardware, and a sleeping bag. A few groceries, a Styrofoam cooler, a copy of Stephen King’s “It” and a deck of cards pretty much completed my. As she sat opposite Claire, watching her old ally enjoy the pleasures of the attention of two men, she felt that she wanted to observe Claire, but wasn’t absolutely sure that she wanted to be part of it. If Claire’s intention had been to put on a girl-on-girl show for the boys, this wasn’t going to happen. Louise enjoyed going with other girls but would never blur the lines of a long-standing friendship for anyone’s titivation. As she sat there, she considered Dave and Andrew to be Claire’s.