“Oh, hi,” He said to the girl he recognized coming to the front. “Your colleague here was--”“Oh, I’m her mother.” Val declared.“You’...e not even my stepmother.” Frieda barked. The diamond on Val’s finger was a countdown timer until that wasn’t true. May there never come a first Sunday in June. “I’m sorry, I was going by what a book had told me. I sent the picture to my father, the owner.” She waved to the store. “I really have to talk to you about the coins.”“Frieda...” Val said through clenched. The glazed expressions on their faces tell me where their thoughts are: under the bleachers, on their knees, sucking Brad’s giant cock. That’s when I like to strut my stuff across the gym floor, interrupting practice with a quick whisper in his ear. Sometimes he blushes, like if I tell him I’m wet and ready for a hard fuck in his pick-up truck after practice. Depending on how hard I get him, he might dismiss practice early. I thrive on the jealous glances that get thrown my way, the speculation. Dave noted that each of them had their name printed above their left boob in colored marker. Janet asked, “Can we write your name on your chest. We all tried to do that so that you could remember us. It’ll wear off after a couple of showers.”“Go ahead. Why not nametags?”Dave already had some makeup on his body to support his Indian costume. Janet took a red Sharpie from a nearby table and wrote ‘Dave’ above his left breast. Dave noted that just about everybody else also got their names. I had brought a jar of Vaseline with me because I thought that she wouldn't get wet in her condition and didn't want to dry-fuck her. I was mad at her but I didn't want her to suffer more that necessary.As her pussylips opened up the smell of woman drifted up, a heavy musky smell that made my cock stand harder than it had before and I couldn't wait any longer. I just had to sink my cock in this wet, unconscious cunt. No the cunt was awake. Very much so it was only the owner that was out.It was.