Heather worked Stacie’s pants off lower and lower until her jeans were resting below her ass cheeks. Her thong was still clinging between her ass ch...eks so I reached over and pulled them down to her jeans now her unobstructed ass was completely visible but her jeans restricted her movement. They acted as a tie around her legs.As I sat down I noticed the bulge in my pants, I had to adjust it as I sat back on the couch. Bill noticed it to he reached over and rubbed my jeans like only a guy would. Olchick was a Czech player who had been playing for three years in the U.S. and was scheduled to go back to Europe in the fall to play. He had a couple of months of down time before he left, so he was running clinics in several cities in the Midwest. He had two weeks scheduled here for college and high-school players, and the organizers had announced that he would stay for one more week to work with a select group of younger players.Trent, Eric, Mike Evanson, Jorge, Kristina, John Bennington,. J.T. was my regular reading partner, he lived nearest the dead end and always saw who was walking out there. Every time I walked by he’d end up out there soon after. One day we were hanging out at the old house reading and it got a little too rainy to head back. It was while we were hanging out and reading that he asked me if I’d ever seen a “hard” penis in real life. I told him “no” and asked him if it really shot cum out like in the magazine stories. He said that it had been hard many times. “That’s it,” he exclaimed in a venomous whisper, curling a fist, “Before this trip is over, I’m going to beat you until you bleed.”Eigis was completely unconcerned. He even smiled. “Go ahead and try it, human.” He challenged, crouching down, ready.Bells’ fists, smacking them both, made them remember who was really in charge. They both yelped and rubbed their respective jaw and cheek where the blow had landed.“Enough fighting,” The wiry brunette snapped, putting her hands on her hips, one wrist.