As I didn’t quite make it to a third orgasm, I was able to remain alert and observe Sarah’s recovery back from the stars to the here and now. Her ...eart was still racing but it was slowing back down, when her eyes opened and she focused on my face just inches from her own where her head lay on my shoulder. That was about the time my little soldier had shrunk down and slipped out of her still fiery furnace and fell wetly against my leg. Sarah let a little sigh escape her lips as she closed her. My hand was under her head, my fingers covered by her hair. People write poems on beautiful hair (zulfen) but I was really feeling them. The warmth of those silky hair was radiating to my somewhat cold hand. I knew she was not asleep and there was no attempt by her to remove her head away from my hand. My hand was still somewhat cold, though it had held her warm breast two hours and forty seven minutes ago. Should I dare and move it on her neck and down? What if that episode in the toilet was a. So good luck withthat," she said with a cruel grin on her face.I remained sitting at the picnic table trying to take all this in. Thewind was whipping my long hair around my face and i could feel itsticking to my lipstick. I had nothing in my bag to tie it up witheither so this was something else I had to endure. Mrs Harris finallygot up. "Im going now, I'll see you both later," she said. "Come overand give me a hug before I go, Janice," she said. With little choice Igot up and minced across to. V. team, were of the same opinion, having played most of the summer also, but the coaches were going to do what the coaches were going to do, and no amount of interference from the players, especially underclassmen, was going to change their minds.From our point of view, certain players on the teams had played together for such a long time, they knew what to expect in a game situation. But the coaches, not having watched us all over the past couple of years, were starting near ground zero. They.