I would turn to him, only to whirl around when another touched my lower back, and then my shoulder, and my ass, and my flank, and my tits…I sighed s...lently. Many hands touching me, many bodies pressing into mine – eventually, many mouths nipping and kissing my skin, hot breaths tickling the fine hairs on my neck – was a recurring motif. Usually, those hands were not gentle but rough and big and sure. They grabbed firm hold and squeezed and slapped and pulled and pushed me.I slid a hand. Both Bobbi and Dee had been pals with him more than some of the other girls, and had spent much of their four years joking around with him before and after practice. “We don’t have any excuse to hang out with him any more,” Bobbi continued, “We should find out where he lives and go see him.”“I know where he lives. He just moved over kind of where you live. But what are we gonna do? Just go over and say ‘Hi, coach, we miss you and wanna hang out,’ you know, don’t you think it would be kinda. She opened her eyes and while she was telling how calm she was feeling she pulled her shirt off over her head and then reached back and unhooked her bra. All the while she kept talking and telling me how great of job I must have done hypnotizing her. She then stood up and removed her pants and slid her panties off. I was just amazed at the power I had over her. She then reached down and began to pull my tee shirt over my head. I acted like I was resisting, she looked me square in the eyes and. She’d be at the orphanage most of Tuesday and at John Millsum’s on Wednesday. She stared at the ceiling, wondering how on earth it could not be until Thursday that she could play with Mike again. That was so unfair since it really only needed fifteen minutes, ten if Mike was rough with her. She grinned, rolled out of bed naked and checked her PC for email. She clapped her hands in glee when she saw that her insurance company had sent her coverage paperwork to print out for Monday. She decided.