I knew it would keep them occupied for long enough, all wanting the beat spot. I walked towards the lake with my friend Kristy. Even though she was yo...ng, she looked a lot older than her age. She had long blond hair that she seemed to never have to work on and had bright blue eyes. She was short, but very slim, a toned body. From my camping experience with her and many games of truth or dare, I knew that unlike me, she wasn't a virgin. I knew why, she had a nice round ass and perky B-cups. I. Mark’s clear, sharp voice described the play approaching the fifteen-minute point, “Johnson carries the puck over Kingston’s blue line with Elliott and Gibson defending! Johnson passes to Campbell by the half boards and is immediately checked by Carson! The puck slides into the corner where Hayward battles against Gibson for its possession!”Grunts and heavy breathing were their only sounds as their sticks and skates fought for the puck along the boards.“Hayward manages to pass the puck behind. My hips buck just a little bit when his fingers reach my pussy, there's no way he can't feel the hair, the sticky wetness, the heat of it. He squeezes my thigh when the bus straightens up and he pulls away. ”I'm off at the next stop.” I smile weakly and nod a bit. I want to spread my legs, I want him to look between them, touch, lick, everything. I'm almost pressed up against him when the bus pulls up at the next stop, we get up and step out. There's a moment of silence while the rest of the. He should have at least learned to start diversifying his pool of minions, or providing them with information on how you've already gone through several dozens of similar meatheads.And true to form, the thugs on the floor were just like the others you've had to deal with. Any thoughts of an easy paycheck went out of the window at the first sign of anything more than mildly inconvenient pain, and a broken nose/busted jaw more than qualified in their minds for the “fuck this, I'm out” clause that.