We were being raucous and unruly, teasing and titillating, showing both purposefully and accidently, as young girls do, without thinking and not reall... caring.My sister was here before, one year ago to the date, back then she had stayed behind for her own portfolio, by the same old man, and as I sat looking at him eyeing-up my class friends, I knew what was going through his head, each parted pair of legs or blouse front, each tight pair of denims, yes I knew how his mind salivated over the. “Hip pointers are no joke. Between that and my ribs, I can barely move without it hurting.”“How long until you can play ball again?” Dad asked.“Three to six weeks. The best case would be to come back for the last game of the season, worst case would be for the State Championship Game,” I explained.When I first woke up, I thought the doctor had been overly cautious when he said I wouldn’t play for at least three weeks. Then my pain meds started to wear off. I’d come to dread the ten feet it took. The cross dresser lubed up his ass and the other man slowly started to slid his cock deep inside his partners gaping ass. I was stroking hard and frantically now and I suddenly heard the door next to me in the adjoining booth open after I heard some coins drop in the screen came to life and I could see a light thru a small hole in the wall being naive I had no idea what the hole was for so I bent down to look thru it. When I did I saw a man about 45 or so pulling his pants and underwear down. "She stood in front of Brianna and said, "Yeah, OK, you're prettier than I thought you could be. I'm glad to see you." They hugged and kissed. Rachel felt her breast, "Still growing, huh?"Brianna blushed and looked the other way.Jennifer served Rachel's plate. I poured her a glass of wine and she drank it like coke. I filled it again. She let her shoulders down and said, "I love being with my new family on Christmas. Wow!"To say that the conversation was exciting would be to understate it. I.