Ashley then trickled her fingertips lower and lower until she was tickling centimeters above my clit, still looking at Ben. "If today is the day you t...o are going to let me join, then let's go, if not you need to take her in there and finish her off or I will." Ben teased Ashley."I thought you already did that." I joked."You want me to do it again?" he smarted back."No, that's why I have my girl here." Then take your pussies into the other room where I can't see them, or else you two are going. Nothing too intense. Too off-putting. Not yet. He had wanted to warm her up just right. Warm her up! Jesus Christ. She had barely needed warming. She was smoking hot. Interestingly, she seemed to have quite a high threshold of pain. At one point in the proceedings, with him praising her for her pain tolerance she had informed him it was the product of 10 years of classical ballet. “ Toe shoes teach you to grin and bear it.” “ Explains the flexibility too.” he had laughed, throwing her legs. . what? ... ten?... 15 minutes before practice?”She nodded, and I thanked her.I was walking toward the field when I saw what must be WM’s coach walking toward me.“You’re Beth Williams, right?”“Yeah, you’re the coach?”He nodded, then said, “Pam ... your coach ... called me this morning to say that she’d be a little late and that you were filling in for her.”I nodded, and we dealt with the usual pre-game details. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see that Ann had everything under control, so I. I pulled the generator out on its slide and started it to show the lights and appliances inside. Just for fun, I went to the little café at the market and begged some coffee grounds so that I could have a fresh coffee smell inside the camper.I had made a list of all the good features of the camper, like the generator, gas stove and heater, small air conditioner, 12 and 120 volt refrigerator, thirty pound,7 1/2 gallon horizontal propane tanks and most important a tiny bathroom with a shower.