I put one foot up on the bench and leaned forward. The play lasted until Mr. Reynolds told the guys to hit the gym.I followed the boys to the gym and ...ent to be with my class. We played volleyball. I tried to pay attention, but I couldn't get my mind off what had happened—or what would happen when we went to shower."Are you okay?" Kimmy asked me when we took a break."I guess so, I don't know," I replied."What's up, Jackie? Are you and JR having a problem?" No, not at all. If anything, he's. His middle finger, traced up and down the slit, where the fleshy outer lips met. He spread them open and found her sweet petals swelling with desire. He touched his finger to her hooded clit. Her hips bucked against his hand. Oh, god, she was as needy right now, as he was. He slid one finger into her canal. ‘Holy Mary, mother of Christ, you are so wet! So tight!’ He worked her open with one finger, and thrust gently in and out, several times, and added a second finger. He turned his. She's a lovely person and it will make her so happy."With this generous blessing I hurried downstairs to invite Fran to walk with me outside.It was deeply affecting. Fran wept tears of utter joy. She told me how she had hoped for this and dreamt of it but thought it could never be.She was, bless her, desperately concerned about Wendy. She insisted on taking me back to the house so that she could assure herself in my presence that Wendy was as supportive as I claimed. Before long the two women. A couple of week later, it fell right into my lap. As we stood outside shaking hands, who should come by but the Underwood boy, Ernie, with his friend Ryan."Ernie, do you have a little time to help me rearrange some furniture? I can make it worth your while."The poor kid didn't comprehend the double entendre."Can Ryan come along and help?"I blinked, trying to remember how long it had been since I'd taken on two guys at the same time. I was wet just thinking about it. Two virile young men, and.