.." She stopped, turningaway and wiping at her eyes, embarrassed by her display.Ronnie wrapped her arm around Tommi's shoulder. "I'm sorry if weemba...rassed you. We just want you to feel welcome."Tommi suppressed a sob. "I've ... never felt more welcome ... in my life,"she said through tears."You ladies go on inside," Roger interjected. "I'll bring in yourbags."********** Tommi sat on the sofa, her senses reeling from the emotional overload. On the coffee table sat a tray with sandwiches. So long as it wasn't back to George's room, I didn't care. I didn't want to see that bastard's face ever again.Eventually, the elevator stopped again. Ann grabbed me by the shoulder and tried to lift me to my feet. I guess I must have found my feet, because I stumbled down the hall after her, but at the same time I realized just how much pain my ankle was in. It was starting to throb. Ann pulled out her keys and unlocked a door, pushing it open and putting her arm around my shoulder. Dimly, I. Massaging her ass cheeks while sniffing her neck and smelling her perfume. Brittany lifted her head from his shoulder and stared into his eyes with lust. Then shocking, kissing her coach dead on the lips. She really never found the coach attractive for being a kind of chubby, bald headed man, but his massaging her ass was turning her on.He lifted Brittany to his desk and quickly closed and locked the door before returning to her, between her legs and locking lips. Sucking on her tongue and she. . and over.... and over."He replied before doing exactly what she asked. Everything she ever told him was always, at worst case, mostly correct. The male stretched out, taking twenty minutes to go through his routine, taking a bath near a gushing river and then making himself an edible sandwich with sweaty, sqaused loaves, and a ball of half browned cabbage he found in the scattered storage container. As he was eating, he took the chip from his neck and placed it into the busted but still.