Often, she would go to the showers or her house after practice and immediately get herself off, usually with a showerhead or a couple vibrators her bo...friend had gotten her.This is precisely how she got into her current predicament. Amy was sitting in her American government class. As she was listening to her teacher talk about the judicial system for the umpteenth time her mind started wandering to her teammates, thinking about the practice session they were going to have. As she was imaging. .. Ben ... It's not your fault." I'm sorry..." It's not your fault. Please, just love me now. Just love me." Dawn suited words to action by rolling her hips, stimulating exquisite feelings in both of us as her tight, slick pussy squeezed and caressed my throbbing cock. "Just love me." I love you," I sighed and pumped. "I love you." Nnnghhhh," Dawn moaned as she clutched me even tighter and bit her teeth down against my neck. Her fingertips dug into the grooves behind my shoulder blades as my. Her eyes watched me and I really felt as if I were being hunted, only not as a meal. There was a certain forwardness to her that did more for me than anything else. She was toned, not muscular. She didn’t have the huge breasts that I seemed to both attract and felt attracted to, but that didn’t stop my reaction.Her eyes dropped. I was still wearing that silly costume for House Cerenkov, but at the moment, I didn’t mind. She could see my reaction and she smiled.She moved to the edge of the bed. " She rolled to his side of the bed, savoring the scent left on his pillow.She hated fishing season. Hell, it had gotten to the point that she hated fish all together. Sex between them was almost non-existent from June to August, and weekends were horrible. He brought his fishing gear to work with him and spent hours each evening standing hip deep in Ship Creek casting over and over. Early morning weekend sex--a mainstay during the long, dark winters--was a thing of the past. Saturdays meant up.