" Well what the hell did that mean?!" I need you to hold it up for me and I want to see this thing as close up as possible."She did and they both felt...like they were holding a strange micro bomb... (only instead of it possibly shooting C4 all over the place it would make a different kind of fire.. ah, nevermind!).He stared at it knowing after he used it he would never see it again so he wanted to make sure he would never misuse it.He was almost tempted that he wanted to simulate himself using. Before she could complain she was pulled back into an embrace, now her breasts were rubbing directly on John’s tee shirt. He had danced her over to a couch and, and, and she was sitting in his lap!!! She couldn’t remember the last time she sat on a boy’s lap. Suddenly she was worried, was her ass too soft! She knew she couldn’t compete with a teenybopper’s skin tone. The warmth of John’s hand of her boob, now, they were boobs. not breasts, not when being touched like this! Oh my it was so. I hoped word would get back to State College that I was pretty much healed. I managed to catch both deep passes against Brett, but it was close. I sent Jason Harting in to play after my second deep catch.I stood on the sideline observing with Zack while the team continued to practice. I asked, "What do you think?" You and Ed have really expanded this practice. I'm impressed by what you're doing here. How does your knee feel?" It's good. My therapist says I'm up to 95% strength in it. He figures. ” I gasped as I closed my eyes tightly feeling another wave of pleasure coarse through me. I did a little dance with my feet crossing one leg over the other back and forth as my orgasm built. Doing this only shifted my bullet more and that fed the orgasm that I was desperately trying not to have. “UH.. .. UH…. Aaggghhhh” I moaned as softly as I could as I felt my orgasm crest. It was small compared to most of my orgasms and I did squirt but not that much really. I felt my fluids splash on my.