‘Come on. You need a shower too. Let’s not waste water.’ She led Fallston to the locker room. The women athletes were in various stages of dress... mostly undress. They put away sneakers, pads and thongs in gym bags. The remains of tee-shirts hit the trashcans. Helmets were shelved. With towels over shoulders, the women trooped to the already vaporous group shower. Noreen stripped and stowed her uniform and gear. Fallston saved Noreen’s torn teeshirt from the trash and kept it as a souvenir. She. Jared inspected the tape measure held up against Alex’s small, thin dick, then broke out in a big grin and began to laugh loudly. “That’s centimeters, you stupid, dip-shit! Eight centimeters is barley three inches! What a fucking moron!”Alex was crestfallen. How could he have been so stupid? His lower lip began to quiver. “You can’t hold me to the bet, Jared. You can’t!” he began, pleading. “It was just a game! A stupid game!”“A bets a bet, pencil-dick!” Jared responded, humping his crotch,. A snugly fitting, purple pair of lace boyshorts. Except, I could right away see a dark, wet spot right in the crotch of my panties. Dread began to fill me at the prospect of what I may discover.I lowered my hand down, and pulled the crotch of my underwear aside. I instantly could see multiple strings of a thick beige fluid connecting the fabric to my vagina. The smell grew worse, too. It was the smell of unprotected intercourse.With nothing left to imprison it any longer, a faint trickle of. She then stood up, pulled her dress up over head before tossing that aside where she was now stood inches from Richard dressed in bra & knickers both matching black lace material. She then started dancing suggestively with both her hands brushing her hair before stroking her body with her head lifted up, sighing breathing heavily getting Richard all worked up. She was definitely playing up to the camera. Then with one hand gripped on her bra & her other hand gripping her knickers what she did.