‘Let me take a look at that ankle,’ he said. ‘Sensei taught me some massage techniques that might help. Maybe it’s a cramp.’ He took her foo... in his hand and began massaging the ankle. ‘That feels good,’ Clara murmured, leaning back on her arms. The movement thrust her breasts out against the fabric of her gi, presenting her young instructor with a very disconcerting sight. ‘You have magic hands, Sensei, it doesn’t hurt nearly as much,’ she purred. ‘My…my calf is kind of sore, too.’ Tommy, not. She nodded. “Yeah a camisole and panties... in black lace.” Ashley covered her face with her hands. “Are you shitting me? I hope you called to invite me over.” Jarrad said. “As a matter of fact, Ashley wants...” Brad stopped in mid-sentence. Ashley was waving her arms furiously and shaking her head. “Uh, I... was wondering if you wanted to come over and spend the night. The folks have gone to the city.” There was silence on the line while Jarrad tried to piece it all together. “So I'm supposed. Within seconds I felt her body shaking to a shuddering orgasm and her juices flowed into my mouth and OMG she was sweet and now with extra lubricant running down her crack to my fingers I was able to easily force my finger into her arsehole. She started to gyrate and buck as I started to tongue fuck one hole while finger fucking the other and it was becoming impossible for her legs to remain on the arms of the chair so to improvise she wrapped them around my shoulders pulling me tightly into. It sounded so easy.”Tara and I both laughed. We didn’t laugh meanly, but we did laugh. Mum’s training about not laughing only protected Angie, not our friends – or each other. Liz pouted at us.“You told her she couldn’t wear her purple shoes, didn’t you?” I asked.“Yeah,” she admitted, not sure if she was confessing to a capital crime. “They didn’t go with the outfit I’d picked.”“And then Angie started having a meltdown,” chimed in Tara, “so you panicked because you didn’t want her to disturb.