Just as I straightened back up, Tammy rolled toward me and I immediately saw that her tossing and turning had shifted her bra enough so that one delec...able bud of a nipple had escaped.My cock, which was still achingly hard from my "near" wet dream gave another eager leap at the sight.Still feeling guilty over my unwelcome arousal I nonetheless decided to remove the very uncomfortable looking bra. "No need to make her suffer just because my stubborn libido's in overdrive," I rationalized.Feeling. “You don’t want to look away, do you?” Of course, she didn’t. She loved sitting here in front of her mother’s fan. It was so very relaxing. That was odd, Valerie thought. She’d fallen asleep. The last thing she remembered, she’d been sitting in front of her mother’s fan trying to cool off. It was so very hot there inside Mother’s house and there was just something about Mother’s fan that was so very relaxing. So she must have fallen asleep in front of the fan.Only if that was the case, then why. Practice had run late and the athletic facility underthe football stadium’s grandstand was deserted. Thefacility contained coaches’ offices, locker rooms, aweight room, showers, and laundry equipment for washingtowels and uniforms. It also contained the rooms inwhich the tigers were kept during football season. The male, officially called Rajah although his realname was Ralph, was kept separate from the female,Nikki, especially for times such as this, as it wasbelieved Nikki was in. Her pelvis is driven into my own, grinding in unison.Thus disarmed, I decide that a thorough body search of my opponent is necessary. My hands roam through her hair, grabbing handfuls intermittently. Razors, they could be anywhere. Finding nothing behind her ears either, I work my way down. Over her shoulders and across her back I discover nothing more than perfect female flesh. I move to the front, kneading the softer flesh of her breasts. What good spy woman doesn't keep shit in her bra? I.