Now let me get ready or we will be late."I was disappointed when little boy led me to his old Subaru Legacy wagon. It's not a bad car, he has kept it ...n good condition and it has all the right amenities, but sitting there next to a Fourth Generation Ford Mustang 5.0 Convertible and a Mercedes S-Class, it was a blah car to say the least.I guess Mistress does not let him drive her cars because he would have to move the seat forward, and we all know men do not adjust seats back.Little boy backs. But not work on his music while he's here? Ain't gonna happen! With him every spare minute is music, music, music.Well, and me, me, me. He's pretty good that way."Two-six," I answered."Didn't you tell me nothing tougher than one-eight is allowed?" In competition. Nothing says I can't do it in practice. If I hit it clean in warm-ups it'll rattle the competition and the judges'll be kissing my ass."Diving is very much a head game.Terrell tucked me against his side, his big hand fondling the ass. If he even thought about doing that, his mouth would go dry and his mind would follow right behind, emptying of anything to say. Sometimes the girls would approach him and he would excuse himself from a conversation that was going to be bad before it ever started. Unfortunately because of his excessive shyness, he remained a virgin. Another side effect of it was that most of the school though he was gay. And that was when the boys in school started hitting on him.So in a way, leaving that town. One thing my father taught me.“No,” I said, as I got up. “Been there, done that, got the orgasm. I want to taste your pussy. I want to fuck you with my tongue.” Where did that come from? Why the sudden courage? Was I still Suzie or was it Elizabeth’s body giving the answer?I saw Anne looking at John, as if asking him for permission. They were taken aback as I was with this change in direction. Sensing their indecision, I made my move. I pulled John by his growing erection and pushed Anne’s.