"You'll need this for protection," he said as he tossed me a packetcontaining a rubber."I squinted at him, what make you think I don't carry my own," ... asked."Its on the house." He laughed. "Oh and Masters, that'll be $1.25 for thechop suey."As I walked through the door to gym area, I could smell the musky scentof masculinity. It made me wish I could bottle it and splash it on myselfevery morning. A cute twinky boy walked along the lockers and the sightof him reminded me of a tomboy-girl I had. And trying to pin point the exact spot of where the rifles had fallen made it hard to obtain. Several trips to the area seemed only to discourage me. Finding a Shotgun shell at a time but no rifles yet. I tried dragging a line along the bottom only to find it was hanging up on everything but what I wanted. I measured its depth and found it was eighteen ft deep where we overturned. The dilemma became an obsession to retrieve these rifles from the depths of the river. I was enrolled in a School. .." You got a step-daughter and joined us, we know, Megan," they both whined."Sorry."Neither of them forgave me, but I was sure it was implied, though. I massaged her back, and as they just kept going as if there was no tomorrow. Both of them moved their bodies somewhat, but it served as no distraction for either of them.I never knew Phoebe would ever go this far, but yet again, she surprised me. She treated her like a queen it seemed, and her only goal was to get closer to her by then. So, my. OH THE SENSES. The smell of her is intoxicating. The taste of her is invigorating. Your head swims as she takes her fingers, moistened with your juices, our juices, and sucks on them, just as you suck her juices. She pulls you close as you each remove your fingers. Her hands go around your waist as she pulls you in. She leans forward and you follow her lips. Soft, inviting as she tilts her head, the tip of her tongue hiding behind her pearly white teeth as she leans forward and brushes her lips.