"Huh," and we're all convinced it moved ever so slightly again."There's something not right about that wheelchair," whispers Hazel."Yes," both Melanie...and I whisper back.We remain motionless, something else isn't right but I'm not sure yet what it is."Can you feel it," mutters Melanie.Every nerve in my body is straining to establish what this sensation is. I do feel something, it's like when the atmosphere changes before a storm and the air pressure increases. It's like when you can easily tell. "Mark! What are you doing?" "I'm sorry Casey, this is tradition. I've smelled their girlfriend's cum so this is only fair." "Don't worry. You smell great!" one guy complimented. "Yeah, I wish my girls smelled as sweet as you" said another. When all of the guys that wanted to smell it had (some were embarrassed and remained where they were), Mark got back on top of me, missionary style, and leaned in to kiss me as he started fucking me hard, holding my hands above my head. He left my mouth and. Thinking about it made her insides tingle in excitement.“I… I’ll think about it,” she eventually answered.“Okay, yeah, good. No pressure though, it’s fine if you don’t,” Jake said, smiling awkwardly.They went back to making out, a bit awkwardly at first but they both relaxed into it after a moment. A bit later that day while Jake was pounding her, her mind got running, images of her boyfriend peeing all over her visible whenever she closed her eyes, trying to imagine what it would feel like.. It's free to me and my guests." How long did it take you to get in such good shape," I asked."I could ask you the same thing," she said. "You are beautiful." But I'm a 98 pound weakling." You can change that," she said earnestly, "but only God could make you so beautiful."I blushed, partly for shame. What would she say if she knew - don't think about it."I would trade with you any day." I threw an arm over her shoulder and we walked like that to her car."Do you play tennis?"I blushed. "I'm not.