I had been dedicating myself to running since I was 12 and was glad to see the work pay off. “Alright, guys,” Coach Travis said. “That’s it f...r this practice. Hit the lockers.” I picked up my duffel bag and wiped the sweat off my face with a towel. As I went off the track to the lockers, I scanned the football field for my best friend Kenneth. I knew his number, 23, and found him doing drills. Momentarily, he looked up and made eye contact with me and smiled, before quickly turning back to his. In a pink painted dresser, cute panties had been neatly folded,along with shorts, bras, tops, and even leotards and tights. Aunt Rosehad enrolled James in ballet classes. How he hated them.James returned his gaze back to the oval shaped mirror. He looked at thecreature reflected in it. It was him, but not. His hair had grown downto his collar bone. It was wavy, and a deep, rich color that satsomewhere between a sandy brown and a blonde. Aunt Rose had said itshould be grown even longer. Thick. Summer leans back and pulls out. She gently eases her swollen dick from his asshole, it leaves behind strings of cum, that continue to dangle and wobble between his asshole and her dick. She gives his ass a little slap, and then stands up. Her lover stands up too, his dick is still hard, he is eighteen years old, she is thirty-one. Both of their cocks look beautiful, and they both admire each other. Her dick is still semi-hard, thick, eight inches, surrounded by soft, black pubic hair. A glob. The look in his eyes was slightly glazed over though. She could tell he had been drinking. His inhibition was gone. “Ash, maybe we should wait until you’re sober,” she suggested.“Will you let me do this if we wait,” he was skeptical.“Well, maybe you’ll regret it once you’re sober,” she suggested.“That’s why it has to be now.” He plunged his finger inside her. She threw her head back and groaned. Her tiny opening was stretching with a feeling she had never experienced before. Growing up her.