That threw me for a loop. Coach hadn't complained about my practice routine. It was true I probably didn't take as much outfield as the other outfield...rs did, but I had to get in my throws, too. So I wondered what she meant. I shrugged again. Maybe I would get a chance to ask her the following night.On Tuesday afternoon, though, I suddenly remembered that I had a history paper due on Friday, something about the first two decades of the twentieth century. I spent the afternoon in the school. He was smiling. I said, "you are the pervert dude -- you are horny about me rubbing against and lusting after Laura!" He laughed and said, "well, it has its rewards. Usually Laura does not wake me up in the middle of the night to fuck and usually it is a reluctant blow job I get." I commented, "that's too bad, sorry dude!" but to my surprise Ray explained, "NO MAN It is cool, last night after Laura went and got a drink of water she come into the bed room. She began rubbing on me,. I returned to see what I thought might be the sexiest think I'd ever witnessed. I came to the door out to the deck and stopped as I saw Elen and Jane in each others arms, and this nearly blew my mind not to mention my balls. They were both fingering each other and the offering each other their fingers for licking and sucking. Elen pulling her fingers from Jane's pussy and licking them. Jane doing the same. Then Elen fingering Jane and letting her taste her own pussy from Elen's fingers. It was. “You’re not man enough,” I laugh, and turn facing them, pushing down on the floaters so that my tits are completely out of the water facing them. “But feel free to stop by on the shore and take your clothes off with us, if you ever grow a pair.”“Fuck you, slut!” is all the flustered frat can think of, and after I gesture to Carl and begin swimming back to shore, I give them a friendly wave. They gun the boat and zoom off, the cry of “perverts!” being almost lost over the roar of the engine. .