”It didn’t feel weird to say, like saying it to a boyfriend for the first time. They knew they loved each other and just wanted to let each other...know with words. Their embrace had already said it hours ago.The following day, practice established more progress, thanks to Coach Natasha's expert instruction and the girls' enthusiasm. The girls were all genuinely happy for the lovebirds, it was such an unlikely yet lovely pairing. The intense white skinned and tall suicide girl, versus the. If she hadn’t been such a bitch Candy would have been the wet dream of every guy in the school. Standing at five feet seven, she had wavy light chocolate hair down to her back and a pair of hazel brown eyes that could melt a heart. Her body was toned and muscular from dancing, and it was well known that she was a ballerina in her spare time. It was quite a feat, considering her bust was 36 C, maybe a little bigger. She was a knockout, a model in the making. Brittany and Jenna weren’t ugly. Never felt such a strong erection and since I am uncut, and until that day, my penis head was always covered and protected and never exposed to any touch, friction of fabrics, or anything like that. This time, because of the intensity, my foreskin pulled right back fully uncovering the glans. Also, the position I was in made it worst, as the violent back and forth movement cause by the flagellation caused my now fully uncovered hardened head to violently rub against the fabric of my shorts,. She allowed the silence to build, saying nothing, turning towards the kitchen, stacking the plates in the dishwasher before turning back to them, standing, watching their faces, waiting. She gave it another ten seconds but neither of them seemed to know what to say."Thanks for the fucking, I needed it. You need to work on your diplomacy skills. My husband is a big shot lawyer, he'd run rings around you."She glanced at the clock, frowning."Your taxi should be here any minute, it's late already.".