" You followed me into tI musky, dim locker room. Towels lay s**ttered, moisture hung in the air from the recently used showers. I straddled a bench...and you sat beside me. "Your first visit to a boys locker room?" I asked. You shook your head, "No, but its been many years since I was in one. It's just as I remember." I moved a little closer so that my chest brushed your side. "I always enjoyed bringing girls into the locker rooms after a game." "I bet you did." you grinned wickedly. "And. "You like that, huh, sister?" And Vicki smiled sinisterly as another waveof pleasure washed over him. He was terrified of his surroundings, of allthe pink trim and girly clothes in the closet. But at the same time, heliked them so much. And he liked butterflies. And chocolates. And . . .what the hell was happening to her! She could feel all these girlythoughts percolating at the edge of his mind. He was drowning in them andenjoying them so, so much. If only it didn't feel so good to have. They were intent on their game; the woman potting three in a row before handing the cue to the man. He sank four, then missed. With a curse he handed back the cue and picked up his drink, sucking the suds through his teeth. She walked round the table looking for an angle. When she bent, it was directly in line with us and the thong she was wearing left very little to the imagination. The fabric had worked its way up between her pussy lips and there were wisps of hair on both sides. I winked at. " Why does it feel different when you do it compared to when I do?" I think it's just that when someone else does it, you don't know what's going to happen next, it's all a big surprise" Do you like it when I kissed your boobs?" Of course, just like when I kiss yours. That was nice, wasn't it?" asked Lauren, wondering when they would get to the punchline."Mmm. Do you think Nikki will get pregnant?" What?" asked Lauren, frowning."When Jamie did it with her. Do you think she'll get pregnant?" Oh,.