Made their way over to where Tim’s dad said he would be sitting.“Hey, son, up here!”Tim heard his father’s voice first and then saw him sittin... about half way up the stands. He was surrounded by several other people who Tim figured to be other parents since they were all wearing the same white polo shirt with “TR” in blue outlined in red with “Booster” centered underneath. They were all smiling and to a person, each one of the freshmen players stopped when they saw them all.“Okay, now that is. Impossible!" he exclaimed in a deep, echoing voice. He looked up, scanning the room full of astonished friends and co-members of their 501st garrison. "It ... it really works!" I wanna try!" "Me next!"As the enthusiastic clamoring for turns grew louder and more frantic, Sean held up his hands in a weak gesture for silence, but no one seemed to notice. "Dave!" he called loudly, to be heard over the commotion."Silence!" Jabba boomed in a loud, deep, echoing voice. Instantly, the room was. He had practically uncover most of each cheek and his thumbs were stuffed between them, yet he still wished she didn't have to wear them, too. “Why are you?” he challenged.“Because you're here,” she said.He kept on massaging her butt and said, “Afraid?”“Nah, mom doesn't let me when somebody is here. She thinks people would think bad of her. What's the big deal, we're old enough to go to a nude beach, why not get naked in the back yard.”“So, um, if I wasn't here, you wouldn't have them. Gently feeling on it, giving it a sublte squeeze, she gasped as we kept kissing. Feeling on both of her boobs now, I could feel her little nipples were getting hard. Ashley’s shyness seemed to be fading a little, and again I thought, “Are we really going to do this?”Reaching around her, feeling for her bra strap, quickly unhooking it through her top, Ashley immediately leaned away, covering her chest as her bra dropped off her shoulders.Looking at her, I immediately tried to lift her top over.