E class. It was an ordinary P.E class (at first), with Joey, and Sarah (not the one with the cutting smile), and Brittany, and Stefana, and Marcus, an... Lucas, and Mike (not me, another Mike), and of course Olivia. Our coach, Coach Stevens, was a bit of a pervert, and enjoyed watching the girls assets bounce as they ran about&hellip, oh, and how they laughed and jumped when they would get hit by balls. But anyway, we were playing a game of dodge ball that day, and of course, I was hit. Well, to. Rick had been on the bus for almost an hour now.He lived out in the country on a rock farm. They called it that because the only crops they seemed to raise were rocks. They did have some pasture land and a few head of cattle. And a rock barn built by his grandfather from the rocks collected on the upper ten acres at the top of the farm.Rick and his brother and sister, and their mother all lived with Rick's grandfather and grandmother. His mother had divorced his father a couple of years ago. I froze as I was, the cup of steaming coffee inches from my lips and stared straight ahead, wide-eyed.I couldn't!My mind wouldn't let go of the idea. The thought of having Ana join in the games Kirsty and I were playing jumped up and down in front of my eyes, waving a huge flag to attract my attention. It was tempting, very tempting, and as I shook off the paralysis I looked across the table to Kirsty. I waited a moment until I was sure that I had her attention then I raised an eyebrow. Tiny circles he makes with the Badger brush, weaving back and forth, section by section, around and around in circles on her belly. The brush then eases slowly to the left side of her cunt lips and slides a little ways down the inside of her thigh. Always, small gentle tickling circles that lightly caress her skin yet coats her flesh with a thick layer of the fragrant lather. Continuing its expedition, the Badger bristles slip lower and leave a thick trail of lather to her anus, and then.