" Wait a minute, Jill. I want to show you something."She swiveled around and got on the web. A few seconds later she was on the Highpoint web site. Sh... clicked on Sports and got to a page with big pictures of football, smaller ones of baseball, smaller track and field and a paragraph headed 'Other Sports" that mentioned Girls Volleyball."This is what we have to do better than." OK, Coach. I'll see you later."I wasted the rest of my lunch period and about five minutes of the next one in the. .. are you sure?" Brad's face felt hot again. He couldbarely get the words out of his mouth. "Maybe you could let me get intomy regular clothes. I don't know if I'm the kind of MAN that can pleaseyou!" If I wanted a MAN to please me," she smiled, "I wouldn't be dressing youup as my pretty girl!" Anything to please you, Andrea," Brad replied. It felt so much betterwhen he didn't try to say anything else. His outburst had made him feeldizzy. All he wanted to do was sit down with Andrea,. ” Everyone paid attention and saw the forty-five-year-old inmate, Bronx, chatting up the young, chunky Costa Rican, Beemer.The group of men returned their focus to the card game.Across the room, Beemer had his back to wall while Bronx was leaning into him with his left hand propped on the wall. In Bronx’s right hand, he had a honey bun. “I’ll get you two boxes at the commissary tomorrow if you let me get in that,” the older, muscular man shared.“For real,” giggled the five-foot-five, Latin boi. On Rick’s first turn feeding Team Girlfriend, the ice cream was deposited directly into his team’s mouths. He realized his mistake because on his next turn he dropped a glop of ice cream between us. I bent back to keep it off the towels. Fran started at the top allowing that cold river to head straight toward my pussy. She waited until the last second and put her tongue right on my hood. Oh, what a clit tease that was. Her tongue lapping up the cold river and my warm juices. Damn, that felt.