She really didn’t have to use the rest room, she just wanted to go in and collect her thoughts. The sight of the huge bulge in Davey’s trunks had...affected her very strongly. She had been his babysitter when he was younger, and had seen him naked, but she never saw any signs that he would be so big. And this caused a greater problem, because she loved big cocks. In fact, Abby had always been a little bit of a size snob, and Davey’s tool definitely fit the bill. She could feel her pussy. Coach Hancock and Mrs. Abernathy weren't fussy about keeping the players and cheerleaders separate, but they walked down the aisle about every ten minutes to talk to someone. It wasn't that long a bus ride and we were sent to our locker rooms.It was hardest on Whitney, of course. She didn't have a locker room. She wore her uniform under sweats and didn't have a place to shower between games. When everyone had left the arena, the cheerleaders all blocked the girls' locker room, which had been. She said she wanted to be closer to Alex and Sam, but I think she missed the California sun just a bit more, but that’s just me. Today was unfolding like most of our days recently. Alex was napping upstairs with Sam, and Claire was doing laps in the pool. I had my feet in the water and was slowly working on a nice, cold glass of lemonade.“Dad?” Claire swam over to where I was.“Yes, number one?”“Ugh, stop! I hate when you call me number one.”“Sorry, sweetie. What’s on your mind?”“You need to. Her muscles were clenched, which the whole class could see on the ten-foot screens, to maintain the position. Mister El stood in the corner, now frantically masturbating, waiting for his own moment. Chloe’s asshole was slightly darker than her own tan skin, but not alarmingly so. Indeed, the reason the teachers had agreed to pick Chloe for this lesson was for that very reason. She simply had the best asshole out of the twelve girls in this graduating class. Stretched out to a three-inch.