“Pete, can you come help me? I want a second spotter for this. Cal, are you sure you feel okay?”I smiled. “I’m fine, Coach.”They loaded more...plates onto the bar. “Cal, we’re right here. If you have the least trouble, we’ll pull the bar out of the way.” I nodded in acknowledgment.I decided to at least make it look a little theatrical. I took in a deep breath, then exhaled. My hands on the bar, I pushed up, then moved it over me, lowered it to my chest, and started to do repetitions again. At. Janos, come on. I'm putting you on the bar."There wasn't much alcohol left - not compared to how much we started with at least - so I left Janos at the bar and found the thickest group of the boys - and found Giovanni in the center."I don't want anybody stuck at the booth or the bar all night so rotate often, got it?" They all did. "Good. Who wants first bar shift?" I'll do it." Giovanni volunteered. "I went to bartending school. Besides, I should earn my keep somehow." We all do." Juan. I complied. Ingrid leaned in and quickly stuffed one pair of balled up panties deep into my mouth. She was packing the second pair in when I realized she had tricked me and was filling my mouth with her dirty underwear. I retched at the thought and began to choke a bit. I got it under control, no thanks to Ingrid who had continued to pack a third pair into my mouth even while I gagged on the first two. I tried to indicate my displeasure but only a muffled mew escaped."You really didn't think I. It was somewhere between Susan's lean, trim athletic butt and Elena's round and brown full moon. Patti's ass was blemish free, as all sixteen-year-old bottoms should be, no cellulite or pimples to be seen. It jutted out from the small of her back with just the right curvature and fullness to draw attention when she dressed to emphasize it, which was often. From the waist down, she was magnificent, and apparently she knew it. Away from the soccer field she always seemed to dress in ways designed.