To everyone's dismay, the teacher said we were doing a 10 lap run around the school. He said after each lap, tell your number to either me or the TA (...eacher assistant) so we can record it. If your roll call number is 1-25 report to Sammy (the TA) and if your roll call number is 26-50 report to me. Luckily my roll call number was 15 so I could talk to Sammy after every lap. Fuck yeah!!!, I thought. So after my first lap, I told her my number, and she wrote it down. Nothing happened... yet. Next. A long time ago. Did you ... enjoy it?” I asked, still gasping for air.“Hell yes! It was my first time too. It was different, and I loved it.”“Good, then next time, you can do all the work.”He chuckled, “Okay, I think I can handle that.”When I’d sufficiently recuperated, I removed Gary’s blindfold and removed the Velcro from his wrists and ankles. “I’ll get us a beer.” I told him.When I returned from the ice chest, we lay there sipping our beers. After a couple of minutes, Gary said, “That’s a. Empty."Wha?" She griped, wondering how her sensors could have been wrong. "Where the hell are they off to ... and with the TV blaring?" Hey, you with the red hair!" A voice suddenly said."Huh?" Washu started. Turning around."I don't know why you are here, but maybe you can help me out?!" Washu took a moment to visibly blush, realizing it was a character on TV. A kind of animated anthropomorphised butterfly, with a shock of equally impossible red hair."Boy, I wish I still had all my legs!" The. "Go and French kiss your brother," she said, and my sister squealed with pleasure.She sat on my lap and wrapped her legs around my waist so that I could feel the wet heat of her pussy against my growing erection."Hi," she said and kissed me open-mouthed, and wetly, her tongue snaked into my mouth. I groaned as I felt the hard points of her nipples against my chest."God I love you, Mickey," I whispered and slipped a hand down between us, two fingers opened her cunt, and she jerked as I.