I had a clear up close view of her cute, wet pussy. I mean plenty of pink showing. And Coach made no attempt to cover up. As a mater of fact she smile... at me and even winked as she spoke on the phone. Then she got off the phone and said. "Craig, oh shoot, I did not mean to give you a show, I am probably scaring you with this thing, all the cute young ones you get into all the time." "No Coach, I have not seen any others and yours is very cute. I like how you have it trimmed." I said trying to. ." he cried."Don't deserve this, sissy?" I said nastily, as I shoved my dick inside him, my balls slapping his arse, his own cock swinging beneath us, "You asked for it. Besides, I know you, how you bully people, calling them fags and sissys. You made my life hell." What?" he said, still in tears, not understanding."I wasn't always beautiful Candy," I said, angrily, almost in tears myself, "I was once Andy Read, we were at school together. You made my confusing teenage life a misery. Well, now. " I know, but we both know you've spent quite a few nights with her lately. I just want to know if your feelings for her have progressed. I know I can't force you to feel one way or another about her, but I need to know: is she really gonna be my competition?"Ashley slanted her head down and stayed there for a moment."Just say what is in your heart, Ashley. I know we haven't told each other we loved each other, but do you love me?" I whispered."I think I do, yes, Michelle," Ashley replied,. My palm moves slowly upward. My fingers begin to rest, one by one, on your thigh, then a slow, gentle drag under your skirt, the edge of it catching on my wrist. In one sudden and quick move, my hand flattens. Still maintaining only a small amount of pressure, I direct my hand's movement towards the inside of your leg. Keeping my hand spread wide to emphasize the size of my hand against your thigh, I can feel a short and quick contraction of your leg as my hand stops halfway up your inner.