I put on the first tape from your high school, junior year state tape and when you look like you were going lose to that guy, you beat him in the last...seconds by putting him in that impressive submission move. That led you to beat the record for the most wins in your state history in a row.I want to see that passion, the joy you had on your face when you won that match. I want to see the guy who was so determined to win that match. I want that guy who had the heart to keep going when all seems. After some time he stopped teasing me and placed his hands on my pussy lips. My breathing was heavier and now. He kept playing with my pussy lips.Then he inserted one of his fingers in my pussy. I gasped, moaned lightly. Now my uncle knew I was enjoying it. So he started fingering my pussy. His rough fingers slid easily into my wet pussy and were feeling great on my pussy walls. Now my grandpa had stopped fingering my navel.He placed a hand on my right boob over my t-shirt and started cupping. Her observation was in response, in argument really, to my assertion that I didn't have the looks to be a Val. I was very happy to allow one conclusion, I could reasonably upgrade my self-image to one of having a cute ass. Although I liked that, it didn't negate my assertion, "Elizabeth, I frankly don't understand. I simply do not look like a Val." Our computer projections have you reaching a C cup next March."I must have gaped."Just kidding. Although there just might be some people around here. My heart raced and I ground my pelvis down onto her hand, feeling her fingers slide further up inside me. I leaned back, lifting Kas’ small frame up with me until we were both vertical and allowed my own hand to explore down the gap between us. she shuddered as I found my way into her, instinct and intuition guiding me, letting me know where I could touch her to make her feel as good as she was making me feel. She whimpered and groaned as the two of us fingered each other; our boobs pressed.