Perhaps it was someone else though…but I’m pretty sure it’s him.” Funnily enough, these sorts of comments were not uncommon. She had heard the... many times in the past, though could never be sure why she says this. Whether her sister truly believes this or not Carmen could not be sure, but never took full stock to their being true. Though she tried to convince herself it held no truth, as she looked out into the night she wondered. Why had I fallen for brad? She thought. Does he know how I care?. She brushed it off as a silly stage fright and let it pass.Once again nothing happend to her. The game went on without a single problem every routine done with perfect accuracy, she breathed a small sigh of relief, then prepaired to go home by returning to the locker room and changeing to her school uniform. While back in the locker room, she once again felt the eyes of the rest of her squad on her and she could hear the faint whispers. Now she knew something was wrong, picked up her bag and. The heat of Estelle's breath on her skin made her quiver slightly.Again Amelia traced her fingers along Sophia's stomach, pausing to put a little extra wine in her belly button. Sophia's hips shifted automatically at the sensation of her lover's finger moving closer to her sex. She felt her panties becoming moist with anticipation."Well? Care to venture a guess?" Amelia asked, for Sophia had been too caught up in her arousal to answer."I... I think it's a Christmas tree." Ooh! Very well done!. She turned around, looked over her shoulder, spread her legs wide apart, and bent over. Mike openly groaned this time, “Oh yes!” Susan slowly, sensuously placed her fingertips underneath the sides of her thong, and still bent over, rolled it down her hips, millimeter by painful millimeter. Her shaved pussy emerged into view. Mike whistled quietly, “Beautiful, beautiful, what a piece of ass.” Susan laughed, “You like my pussy?” Mike stood up, “I WANT your pussy.” He scooped her up and carried.