"I can't get it open. It looks like it's been smashed, or hit with a hammer or something. I just can't get it opened," responded a frustrated Gwen."Gw...n, Steve has a nasty bruise on his chest, right over his heart. That locket in your hands was hit by a bullet. It would've been a fatal bullet if it hadn't struck the locket! It saved his life!"Gwen clutched the locket to her breast and sobbed. Lisa pulled her close and joined her in shedding tears. "You two were meant to be. There's no other. What a situation to be in, she thought, and all for the sin of something she couldn’t even control. Had she been a just little faster at getting changed today, then perhaps Sister Halsey wouldn’t have even noticed. One glance at the dampness on the inside of her thighs however, and it was enough to send her all the way to headmaster’s office where she was standing now. The unfairness of it all rose up inside her, itching to burst out of her head.By the time the headmaster finally spoke, it felt. We headed upstairs and changed into Penn State polos and khaki pants, the "uniform" our coaches specified for the evening. The team met in the Palm Room before we left for the party."Gentlemen, enjoy the block party tonight," Coach Burton announced when he had everyone's attention. "See your position coach before you head outside to the block party. Everyone gets $15 in meal money for the evening. We do not have dinner here at the hotel tonight." The guys gave a cheer. The hotel's food was. . Brad, your dick wants your hand to rub it. Rub it Brad, she's turning around... You want too.. You need too.." "Yes.. I need to." Brad's hands slowly went to his shorts and slipped his right hand in them. His hand was slowly squeezing it, and his mouth was open, breathing. He was starting to turn me on. "Brad, I am going to make you feel even better. Would you like that?" "Yes.." I connected us so he would feel my dick as well as his own. I pulled my shorts and underwear off, then began to.