"By this time, they were mostly dressed in their armor, but that didn't keep me from hearing the chant of "JAN KEN PON! JAN KEN PON!" Well, I had to a...mit that was fair.For the last time, I soared out of their locker room, nude like a Renaissance painting and surrounded by men in shining armor.But when I landed at the spoccer court, it was all business. We were each going to demonstrate our progress, and if it was enough, we would run some basic plays.Tifa caught eight balls out of ten, Sally. .?Over my hose, panties and pantyliner, his fingertip draws a line from my clit to my entrance and back, making me feel like I'm grinding on him.… that my pantyliner is overflowing with every touch, slick and slippery from sweat and that clear dew that I sometimes lick off my fingers when I'm in bed with that book, imagining they are not my fingers-He presses two fingers flat against my pussy until I can feel my own pulse pounding in my labia.… and I'm going to come right here in this elevator,. " OK," I said. "I'm a little nervous." Try to relax, Cathy," Louise said. "We've literally got all night. I've fixed us a nice dinner -- nothing fancy, but nourishing -- and we'll have some wine and get unwound from the week. I'll bet we could all use that!" I have been looking forward to this all week," Tad said. "I keep telling myself that I shouldn't make it into more than it is, but, hey, I'm really excited!" I don't blame you, Honey," Louise told him. "How often do you get to see something. ” Jan said. She pulled his hand away. He looked at her. “Lie down on the floor.” she said. He did as she asked, and she stood astride his head, giving him the marvellous view of stockings, suspenders and knickers. “There you are, a dirty old man's dream.” His hard cock was still sticking out of his trousers. “Go on, then, wank while you enjoy the view!” she said. “I hope you've bought me some new knickers, have you? These seem to be getting a bit damp...just how you like them, eh?” she teased..