And abused, because there is some resentment at being forced into the leader position- but then, the weight of leadership forces good judgment, always...someone watching, judging!If I was important enough to have the Fabulous Ms. Tiger trailing after me, I had better come up with some important reasons, some worthy goals. If no one else, I would know, and watch me, and judge. I didn't suspect the Fabulous Ms. Tiger would be very critical, as long as I showed cool moves, and cut down on the. “Come cuddle me”, I said. “I’ll let you play more with my feet later.”She snorted, but she lay by me, and I spooned against her, almost dozing.“I want to play a game, sweetie”, I said. Amanda looked at me with a frown on her face. No wonder, after our last game at school. “I want to chase you through the forest.”She turned her head, looking at the trees, but kept quiet.“I’ll give you a minute’s advantage, and then run after you.”“I don’t like running”, she said.I moved my hand to her breast,. His hands are still tight on my ass, and I tip his chin, meeting his lips again. We kiss, lips brushing softly, not the urgency of before. Tongues mingling, sharing his flavor. My cock hard, presses against his abdomen. We stand like that, lips together, as he slides his hand around, down the waist of my scrubs, fingers grazing my cock, setting it on fire with his touch. Aching, I move against his hand. The fingers circling me, squeezing, not enough. I want more. Tugging on his starched coat, I. She smiled up at me. "I think that he's here" she said softly. "I think I hear his car in the driveway." Do not worry" I again assured her, "and do exactly as I say."Sure enough, we then heard the front door softly open and close. He seemed to not be sure what he was going to see and what he should do next. "We're up here" I said in a strong, confident voice. "Why don't you join us."We then heard footsteps - almost gentle footsteps, that seem to indicate that he might still be unsure. Once he.