The sole had expired at the heel, the Converse logo was only tangible.The laces were on the outside rather than the inside like many other girls did. ...ana probably wanted to see the loops. I held my breath for a few seconds, pressing my nose into the inside of the Converse as deeply as possible. I was right on the sock and the sole. Then I breathed in. The air rushed into my lungs, my pulse beat faster. It smelled lovely, sweet, sweaty, woody. The pleasure rose in me. I fished the white sock. “Nah. I’m kind of tired from this morning. Think I might stay here this afternoon.”As far as I knew Mike wasn’t sick, and he was in as good a shape as I was, so what was the deal? I figured I’d let it go for now.“OK. I still feel like going, so I’ll see you later.”I didn’t think much more about it. With a wave to Professor Bertolli, I took off.It was late afternoon when I got back. I heard grunts and other noises when I got close to our campsite at the edge of the campground, screened by some. He moved to the other breast to give it equal treatment as Sarah pressed his head tight against her and moaned loudly. Bill began to work down her body across her ribs and stopping for a while at her navel. His hand moved to slide across her pussy lips. He pulled his fingers from the bottom of her slit to the top and around her clit making sure he did not touch it yet. He teased and tickled as she squirmed in his arms. He had all he could do to hold her down until she released with a mighty. Every day at work I saw the portrait of the Trent family in the lobby. Will and Heather Trent as well as their 20 year old son, Chip and their 18 year old daughter, Sandra. Both children went to fancy private schools, Sandra was beautiful, and my father told me she was the spitting image of Heather at that age. The guys in the mail room tell me she is the biggest bitch and snob on the planet.All this time I was planning and the final straw fell. In the mail room I heard some executives talking.