I knew that next season I'd be participating. It would be me on the bed waiting, and the rest would be watching me. Already, I was getting nervous abo...t it.I focused on my friend, Celene. She'd told me all about the preparations she had to do, like the exercising and the grooming.She looked beautiful. Her pelt was all fluffed and wet, her nipples were full and rosy and her head was tilted back so her long hair cascaded back like a waterfall, pooling onto the bed. Her breasts rose and fell with. "More than anything." Helen's tunic was hiked far up on her perfect thighs. I stroked her legs, and she snuggled close, drawing her knees up to make it easier. "You are so beautiful," I said - and thought, with a smile, What an understatement. I leaned back and looked at her. She opened her eyes, smiled, and let me, stretching languidly. Her tunic of filmy silk had fallen to her waist, and her perfect breasts - so large on her small frame, so beautifully shaped and firm - quivered and stirred. After eleven p.m., I again made my way to the showers.After Forsie arrived, a couple of minutes later, I was again pushed down and wedged in the same position as the night before. Once more my head got a solid pounding from my ‘shower lover.’ After a brief skull-fuck, he lifted me up by the arm and pulled me towards the first toilet cubicle located next to the showers. Upon closing the door, Forsie then instructed me to bend over the toilet bowl.Soon, he was stabbing his dick into me as his. It was a bracelet she had been given by her grandmother before she passed, and it meant a lot to Emily. And so more tears began to flow, as she couldn’t face him. She was furious, scared, hurt, heartbroken, tired, and a soon-to-be adult. I could not believe how many tears she cried. They must be from her father’s side. I offered that we could call the police, but she nixed that idea. The boy was 18 years old, and she didn’t want to have to deal with the inevitable hassles at school the next.