”“Sacre bleu! Show Tommy, Cul. Hurry!”Girl lifted her knees and brought them tight to that white training bra.“Oh-my-goodness!” Tommy.“See...that-white-string-Tommy?” Me.I figured if he could go static, I would follow suit.“Just gently tug on it. Don’t pull; tug, and it will pop out. You want to try, or, should I?”“No, Cully, let Tommy do it. I’ll need him when it’s my period. He’ll help me thru my cycle. He’s already promised, haven’t you, darling-boy?”“Yes-I-have.”“Tommy is going to be my. If I’d had a gun, I would have just shot him and called the police. Fortunately for him, I’m a little young for that yet.”“You were HOME?!!?” he hissed, stunned.“Yeah. It all worked out in the end though. He never suspected he was being watched. He took the pictures of the empty hiding spots and left without leaving a trace,” I told him, draining the last of my drink and then going to get a sundae.When I got back, he was still surprised. “I figured they’d made a copy so they could double check. ‘After I told her about the incident that occurred in the book store the first time we met, and how you really knew how to use that massive cock of yours, she wanted a piece of the action.’ I dropped the pillow onto the ground as I felt my dick start to get hard again. Becky crept closer and closer to me until her head was under my chin, and she had both hands on my cock. ‘What do you say,’ she said to me as she started to pump my cock as I felt it getting harder and harder in her hands. ‘You. ’ An hour into the practice, an attractive woman, dressed in a skirt and matching jacket, bright red hair in a large bun, strode purposefully toward Russell. ‘You,’ she demanded. ‘I want my son on your team.’ ‘Teams have already been picked, ma’am, Russell said, not turning to look at the woman. ‘He is just sitting there on a bench,’ the woman snapped. ‘At least all of your boys are doing something.’ ‘Teams have already been picked, ma’am,’ Russell again stated. ‘You don’t like the way his.