The deep-rose blush on her cheek was enhanced with her own natural blush at the chilliness of the men's room. Her glistening red lips were slightly op...n, looking wet, luscious.Mr. Dixon took her into his arms and kissed her. Her fine body, clad in the light-blue sweater, the darker blue jeans skirt, her tennies and sox, a darling teen taste of ecstasy.The teacher's cock leaped to a hard-on faster than if it had been plugged into a wall socket.Nancy felt the length of his thrumming cockstalk. The second team didn't have the skill either to shoot or grab the rebounds. As soon as the complexion of the game changed, coach started rotating our muscle back into the front spots and we dominated the boards. Every time one of their starters re-entered the game, we went back to long ball. They never knew whether to look for me, Bert, or Whitney.We won and advanced to the finals on Saturday. Nobody thought the little kids could do it.I made it a point to sit beside Cassie as our Trojan. " Because I knew it was likely that to the vast majority of people who hit on her - and isn't that just the loveliest expression? - Fran wasn't a person they wanted to know or even fuck with so much as a trophy to whom they could point or a trinket to flaunt. For many of them, it wasn't even a matter of straightforward lust; it was totally self-centered ego-boosting, as in: See what I have? Isn't it gorgeous and exotic? Isn't it sexy and compelling? And it's with me. Always the key word: a. . acquiring these three, er, six, and I have no intention of losing any one of you." Good! Because you're not allowed," she looked up at him crossly."Not allowed?" he asked ominously although he did smile just a little, to himself at least. "Is my little slave forgetting herself? Do we need to retrain her?" You mean, the chair?" she gasped and he nodded. Suddenly she grabbed his hand and pulled him boldly over to the aforementioned piece of furniture. Letting go she hiked up her house dress and.