" "Wow!" the blonde says as she climbs in, trying to comprehend a car that has seats facing each other and yet enough space to lie down between the se...ts. "My name's Kari." I give her a good looking over. Her blonde hair is in that outdated Jennifer Anniston style and lemon yellow, which almost works for her. She was wearing a white T-shirt that demurely hid what I guessed to be a C-cup chest. She was wearing shorts just like the rest of the college girls this summer. What I really liked. “Click”.“A little wider” I soon had a lovely series that captured the view I had enjoyed so many times in the past. The tempting bulge between those nylon-clad thighs. When I had enough pictures – including some nice close-ups – I got her to stand up.I decided to undress her myself. Yesterday I had watched her strip – she, of course, had no idea that I was in the room at the time. Now it was my turn to remove her clothes. I smiled as I thought of it as unwrapping a present I had promised myself. On the other hand, from my mother's point of view Iwas in my 30's and unmarried with no girlfriend in sight. Perhaps thatraised some red flags for her that I could be gay and she wanted to testthe waters by forcing the issue in my face to see if I would "come out".Eventually, feeling it was possible that both my mother and my aunt weresecretly conspiring to "out me" unleashed my deepest fears that I wasn'tgoing to be able to maintain any control over that aspect of my life. Ihad a sinking. This was the other girls queue and they all fired a ball at her. One hit her face. One hit her belly. And one hit her between her legs. The teacher blew the whistle to end the game and Amanda felt extremely relieved that this ordeal was over since she realized these girls obviously already hated her even though they didn’t know her yet. Bernadette caught sight of Karen looking disappointed and instead of ending the game she said ?foul?.the other hits don’t count. Amanda said ?hey coach I.