Melody was as beautiful as Melinda, but in a tighter, taller package. She had the same strawberry blond hair, only longer in a braid down her back, an... she was taller than all the other women in our team.At 5’ 8” Melody was only an inch shorter than me, and all of that extra height was legs. She was a good thirty or forty pounds lighter than me and all graceful and fluid muscle. She ran cross country and the longer distance events on her college track team, as well as riding on the OSU. The material of her lingerie bottom was still soaking wet, and her juices - perhaps mine too - had spread on to the bedsheet as well.As if on cue, Poornima sighed in her sleep and turned over so that she was facing the opposite direction. Her ass was clearly visible to me now, and it didn't seem as if I had ignored that soft spot of hers either. On either ass cheek were impressions of a male hand, redder and sharper than the bite marks on her breasts.Oh my God! What had I done?I buried my head. Perhaps that might spring her alibi.When Steven emerged she gave him the list and then blushed and looked at the floor."What's the matter, Becca?" he asked gently."Um," she said shyly without looking up. "When I told you my period was due next week I meant it and I, um, need some, er, sanitary towels. Would it be all right if I asked the hairdresser to get them for me?"Steven put a finger under her chin and raised it so that she had to look at him. "You are a very considerate and sweet girl,". After a few minutes, he looked at me. "Dad says he can do it tomorrow afternoon, he just needs you to supply some unskilled labor." How unskilled?" As long as they know how a hammer works, they're good." I can do that."I spent the rest of the afternoon calling people. I managed to get about 20 people, including myself. We all assembled on the football field immediately after school got out, naked except for safety boots, gloves, and goggles. Mr. McSwain's boss briefed us on what we would be.