’ The digital voice recorder beeped as Tim turned it off. He tossed it onto his desk and watched as it landed squarely on Hailee Sullivan’s athlet... file. Hailee was one of the most talented off-guards in the ACC – when the vast array of mental blocks bouncing around in her head didn’t get in the way. The women’s basketball coach had specifically asked Tim to work on Hailee’s mental training this year, because she was the team’s top returning scorer. And, Tim remembered now that the recording. A knock at my door caused me to look over at it. Mom stuck her head in. “Trey, are you going to come say goodbye to your sister?” she asked me. I shook my head no. “I'm going to go play basketball with Brian.” I told her. She nodded and left the room. I walked over to my window and looked outside watching my father help Andrea into the car to drive her off to camp. Two Months Later Last night Mom got a call from one of the counselors at the camp saying Andrea was ready to come home. Mom of. Looking innocent, but a little disheveled, as they start on the last part of their journey to Bournemouth. The passing view is lovely, and the feeling of contentment between them added to the lazy meandering as they approached their destination.oOoAs soon as they exit the national park, Tim finds a roadside market to stop at. He goes inside to get them a couple of fizzy drinks and crisps. With their deviation in the forest, they have not had lunch, and it will be close to teatime when they. But back there on the Good Ship Lollypop — I forget the real name - we were in no hurry. Breakfast had filled my stomach, yet my tongue craved but a single dessert, the sweet taste of clit washed down with a gallon — ok, so I exaggerate - of tasty pussy juice. For my beloved Debbie was a squirter, and there's no comparison with that.She took my cock in hand and held it in place, positioned so that she might slowly slide down onto it. It was an entry that we had worked out over the years. My.