"No. I'll just settle for the occasional volleyball team."Alya laughed. "So the story's true," she said.He shrugged. "It was Kari's idea." That's righ...," she said. "I had to drag Jeff kicking and screaming into it. He hated every minute of it, didn't you, Jeff?" Absolutely," he grinned. "I just wanted to spend some nice, relaxing time with my girlfriend, and she had to bring over the whole volleyball team to perform oral sex on me. It was a nightmare."Kari had no comeback for that, since she. It was an empty dressing room. Amaya felt relieved and then a little disappointed. He wasn’t here after all.“Lock the door behind you,” Wesley said. “And take a look around.”The door had a solid lock that looked brand new. Amaya locked it and checked it twice before examining the dressing room. It looked like the kind of place you would see in a movie about actresses. A vanity table dominated the room, complete with a mirror encircled by light bulbs. Several gowns hung from dummies and a. I wanted to meet him. I wanted to let him know how much I liked his songs, his voice, his arms, his eyes! He was smiling, and I stood up. I was the only one who wasn’t applauding. He looked at me, confused. But I couldn’t understand his confusion; I was too taken up by to notice why. He then got off the stage and started socializing with his fans. But I still stood there, not moving one inch. I forgot all about my friends who ran to him, in order to congratulate him for his wonderful. I again quickly glanced all around but looked like we were all alone in the bus. The cold breeze was taking away the sweat of excitement and anxiety. I started moving my fingers searching for her pussy as she moved her head inside the shawl and sucked my penis. The warmth of her mouth got my erection harder andI was reciprocating that with quick finger fucking her. I asked her to lean against the window with her legs across me. She did just that and my penis was already rubbing into her pussy..