“Sup Bitchzoid.” Miranda smiled through her cinnamon bun filled teeth and opened her mouth to show her partly processed food. That’s when he saw...her. The Asian chick no one took the time to befriend when she arrived at the end of last year’s school year. She had to be about 5’1 93 pounds and her hair was in a long ponytail that tapered between her shoulder blades. She had on a pink tank top and jeans that hugged her latent almost curves. The outline of her body was exquisite she was thin not. Jake Lehigh had been working out at the YMCA gym, trying to muscle up for football, and the time he spent with free weights was making a difference. He played tackle, on both sides of the ball, so he felt that he needed to work on his strength conditioning to be a better player. He had grown quite a bit over the past couple of years, and had bulked up from his workouts, and he now was a very big guy. For a kid who was just past his sophomore year of high school, he was nearly six feet tall, and. Last week, I’d had my hands all over her pussy and bottom, but I was a little hesitant this week, in case, believe it or not, I misread her. Without speaking, Tina reached down with her left hand and tugged at the hemline of her white skirt, and I caught another glimpse of her pink panties. “Last week,” she said, softly, “you said you liked touching me down there. Don’t you want to do it again?” “Yeah,” I answered, “but I wanted to make sure it was okay.” My right hand was resting on Tina’s. "Well, Kevin. Your doctors tell us that you are starting to recover from your gunshot wound, and might be able to go home within a week, or two. That being the case, it's time to talk business."She was dressed for the White House. Female staff always strove to dress over the top, and Candace would be fitting in perfectly dressed like she was, in another stunning dress and high heels. Her hair was different too. I noticed she was calmer, and if anything, better at keeping her emotions to.