She grabbed me into a tight hug before Steph or I could say anything. "Thank you, thank you, thank you! We were so surprised by our gifts. I can't ...elieve you did so well picking everything out." She let me go and immediately knew something was wrong by the pain in my face. She immediately left the room, and Steph followed her.I slid off the counter and slowly pulled my tank top. I shuffled into the room. Amy was already getting into my bag and pulling out my prescriptions. She popped. Her asshole was perfectly round and pink, not a hair in sight. Her pussy smiled up at me and my erection felt harder than ever before.Her spit once again acted a lubricant, not that her cum-filled pussy had dried up in the last ten minutes or so. As I entered her, she moaned passionately. This girl was already addicted! I took it slow for the first several strokes, watching my cock penetrate her, sliding in and out. I leaned forward and grabbed her breast with my right hand. "Chloe!" I moaned. "We thought about it, our coach said we should, since we're competing tomorrow. But, we figured, what the heck--this might be our only Olympics, right?" Yeah. I'm glad we have a week, didn't have to make that decision," Sophia said."Good luck to you guys," Jennie said."Same to you!" I skipped this last time--not making that mistake twice," Liz Cushman was telling Warren and Sophia, as they gathered in the staging area, getting ready to parade into the opening ceremonies."I've been waiting my. We had been best friends since grade school. The problem was that he came back in a silver colored box with a flag draped over it. I came back with a divot out of my leg from the IED that had killed my best friend. I left active duty and went into the Reserves. Wes had a wife at home, Naomi Minor. Wes and Naomi were big into bikes; you know motorcycles, scooters, hogs, whatever you want to call them. They both had numerous tattoos on their body. Myself, I had gotten a tat on my right pectoral.