I heard her gagging and pushed her head down and pumped a few times. This time she puked again, a mix of my cum and cheap beer. I told her now she cou...d show me her cleaning skills, but had to stay naked. Again she thought she could wander around the house with a feather duster and pretend to be dusting....wrong again. I showed her where the bucket was, i had her wash the floor on her hands and knees, ass up in the air. I got hard again watching her. I grabbed some cooking oil from the cabinet. It seemed toCoach Monte that Kim's feet must weigh eighty pounds each for her tolabor so over getting them to move. There must be something wrong. Heknew this child, knew her brother even better. She was always alively, happy, energetic student, enthusiastic on the field. Whatcould be so wrong that she would behave as if she were going to meetthe executioner?Coach Monte made a mental note to talk to Coach Karnes, Kim's cheercoach, about this and see if she had noted any changes in. “Just making sure you're not hiding anything,” I purred.“How?”I winked at her.I released her breasts and then slid my hands down her hips, sinking down to my knees. I was eye level with her cute tummy. I ducked my head in and kissed her right on the bellybutton, my tongue darting in to “search” her navel.She squealed and jumped back. I grinned at the squirming girl, the salty flavor of her skin lingering on my tongue. My thumbs hooked the waistband of her panties and I slowly tugged off Aoi's. "Or something like that." Well, were not really, um, gay or anything," Mark said. "Are we?" Do I have to be gay to love you?" Chris asked him, kind of mock seriously but making fun of himself too, and it was so cool to hear them talking like that. I think it was good for them, getting to someplace away from home where they could practice being in love in public, you know? It must have been hard for them trying to hide it all the time."No, you don't," I decided before Mark could answer."Then no,.