Nancy scanned the stands. The seats were filled. She saw Mr. Milton high up, lifting a telescopic lens to his eye. She knew he was focusing in on her....he took the field with the girls.The band banged out a fast song, and the girls shoved their hips exaggeratedly to the right, bumped, then swung them salaciously to the left and bumped.Nancy bumped hot and good. Then she went into a long set of high kicks, her tiny blue skirt flying high over her tight, cunny-crunching, sky-blue panties. Her. This time she did not show any visible signs of irritation.Confidence grew in me. After a few more minutes, I slowly ran my fingers up her thigh, lifting the thin, ribbed cotton of her gown. Reshmi felt the cool air of the library on her bare thighs and legs. She trembled again and this time, she gave me a tight slap on my face!But I grabbed hold of her hand firmly. She struggled to free herself from the death grip. I pulled herself in a jerk and she could no longer resist her already aroused. " Right," said Carol as the DVD began again. "The next important happening, but not the most important, was a certain trip to the concert and the concert itself."Justin and Vikki, Robin and Sarah and, as of course you already know Julie, your brother Allan and his girlfriend Anna Wilson rode to the concert in a stretch limo along with our manager and agent Samantha Carson." Carol grinned. "Now while the other five had sex between themselves in between helpings of food and drink Samantha decided. What is going to happen now?The Next morning I awoke with a sweat-soaked boner that could pierce through a sheet of metal. This didn’t usually happen before I met Emily, but for the last two weeks it had been happening every morning. Since that faithful day when she swallowed my dog, things between us had been weird. And I don’t mean weird like weird; I mean weird like a total psychotic junkyard dog. She would talk to me, but not touch me. She would stare right at me, talk about studying.