But not to her. His legs also were long, but quite a bitheavier than hers, and she would often deliberately pass by him as he sat onthe high bleachers...listening to the coach, as she glanced up at him, her eyesdarting inbetween his widely open legs, until her eyes focused on that elasticmaterial of his jock strap….which seemed to be ‘BURSTING’ from the strain ofhis HUGE scrotum… Her tongue would slip out of her mouth….swirling aroundher black lips as she felt some twinging deep in her lower. " She responded sadly."Now Debbie I haven't got a lot of time today so shall we just get straight on with it?"She eyed him nervously "What did you want me to do?" Go and sit on the chair over there." He instructed. "Now open your legs and show me you pussy."As Debbie complied she realised that Mr. Groves was holding a little camera."Oh god no! Please Mr. Groves don't do that!" she pleaded."Don't be silly girl." He snapped impatiently. "You won't want to visit me forever and when you leave I'll. She left in the opposite direction with her own best laid plans. * * * The droning beats of music were grating on Charlie’s nerves. It actually sounded better from the tunnels. She shifted irritably while watching the box across the way through the rifle sight. Suddenly still, movement through the scope. The red dress returned, whispered something, handed the mark his drink. Watchful for Matt, Charlie gripped the rifle, two pounds of pressure on the trigger. Something was going on. The mark. I think a couple more times ought to do." Wait, please, too much, too fast?" Don't care." Oh. Ah. Oh. Th-thank you." For what?" For stopping." Now. About those flowers." Yes. Yes, I will go get them." Oh, uh, by the way." Hm?" Solve that other little problem you had when you first came in while you're at it." I'll do that right here, right now. For you." No, no. You can take everything off out there." I'll be right back." Wait. You're going like that?" I don't understand." I want you to drag.