I went and turned off the water valve as the ladies were leaving. The coach asked if I needed help and I replied that it should be easy enough and I p...obably wouldn't. I entered the locker room. The air was humid and dense with the sweaty scent of college girls. It was slightly musky but very feminine. My cock began to swell in my pants. I inhaled deeply, especially where some sweaty clothes and jerseys still sat on benches. I began to work on the leak, but realized I was alone after about 30. Ann tripped and fell to the floor.This really pissed me off, probably much more that was actually warranted. However, my aversion to bullies popped into the front of my consciousness, and I reacted with cold fury. I stared at the asshole who had pushed Ann to the floor and announced in a very assertive voice, "You asshole, help my friend Andy to his feet and apologize, and do it right now."He sneered at me and said, "What makes you think that you can make me, you tinhorn? I've got a lot of. She moaned in pain but he is never going to bother about it. She even told him to be gentle because his loves bites from his last boob sucking was still paining her. He would literally suck on them and have half of her boobs inside his mouth. He kept pressing one boob when he was busy sucking another. She has closed her eyes out of pleasure. I wanted to go somewhere closer to watch these amazing scenes that were unfolding right in front of my own eyes. My mom has left her phone near the cabin. As you talk and he looks over at you, your skirt slowly moves up your thigh, exposing more of your supple skin. His hand slowly moves across to your knee. His touch sends a jolt in your leg. So much for keeping your clit from throbbing and your vaginal lips dry. His fingers slowly follow your skirt up and you hear him hum in excitement when he discovers your surprise. “Me likey” he says with a k** in a candy store voice. Your hand goes down in a faux slapping kind of way. “Not yet you dirty.