The weight room was pretty empty. The Temple football players had finals this week and late morning wasn't prime work out time. I headed back to the a...artment and had a late lunch. I rattled around the apartment a little. I was at a loss as to what to do. I should be preparing to move to a new city. I should be studying my team's playbook so I would be ready for training camp and the fall season. Instead, here I was in Philly with absolutely nothing at all to do.I headed over to Edberg-Olson. I. I must cum!’ he cried, as he watched me pulling my tights and panties up.‘You will, darling. I promise you will cum like you’ve never cum before. There’s something I need to do first,’ I gasped, as I lowered my encased arse on his stocking face. Len didn’t hesitate in sniffing me. ‘Sniff, sniff!’ I cried. Pat wasn’t only watching but he was wanking more frantically. I smiled self-assuredly, as I heard the sound of my silky swish grinding, on Len’s nose. After about twenty minutes, I swivelled. When she first entered the Tavern her gait, which was similar to the other three who were dressed the same way, was a surefooted practiced one that made her hips roll. The men couldn't miss entrance of any of the women really no matter how hard they tried. It was one that at the same time made them look light on their feet.Next to her sat a red haired beauty. She seemed to have a quick smile, deep dimples, and flashing steely ice blue that no one could miss. She often could be heard telling a. "If you hadn't stopped me I would have ridden that bitch until she was tamed." God, thought Fran, she's getting more outrageous every day. Ms Marshall chuckled obviously enjoying the mental image created by Vickie's words."Why don't you two go ahead to lunch?" Ms Marshall gave Fran's knee a familiar squeeze as she stood up and walked back across the gym. Vickie leaned over and whispered in Fran's ear."She's hot for you girl."Fran and Vickie stood up and under the malevolent glare of Carla and.