It is a little known but true fact that in most women's professional sports the players are often chased by lesbians for overnight trysts, and most of...the time they would try to contact the girls at the airport or in the hotels the teams are staying in. Philadelphia was no exception, because after the team had received their room keys, out of nowhere eight or nine women seemed to materialize and mingle with the team members. Some of the women had different women waiting for them in every town. Art had fallen in love with her from the first moment he had laid eyes on her. Juli had turned down Art for a date and soon started dating Duncan. She knew he had a crush on her and that he wanted to talk to her every chance he could.He would follow her after band class and walk behind watching the way her bottom swished back and forth as she displayed her visible panty line.During a pep rally Juli got excited and her short dress flew up when she was celebrating a big game winning play. Art was. After I dry heaved a dozen or more times, I crawled to the sink, and hauled myself up. Light spilled in from the bedroom area, I had neglected to darken the room before wallowing in my damnable self pity.I looked like I felt; a haggard old man more friends with agonizing death than ever I would be with Rachel. A lost soul. If my prose leaves something to be desired, surely it is because as I write this, I’m reliving the agony I felt, the pain of loss, of staring deep into Nietzsche’s abyss, and. I trembled, hoping I hadn't gone too far. So eager to watch naughty, forbidden incest break out. To watch Lana lick the very pussy that birthed her, my lover's pussy, while I fucked her from behind.Mrs. Teller shuddered and spread her legs beside me, showing off her pussy, her blonde curls matted with my cum. “Well, honey, are you playing?”“Mom?” breathed Lana, her eyes wide. “Really?”“Really.”“Do it,” Marissa moaned, grinding so hard on Rosa's face. “Lick your mom's cunt clean of Cassandra's.