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And I'm hardly in your class, Wade -- I'm still just a sophomore." "You're in a class all by yourself," he muttered, and then elaborated. "I mean, you're pushing yourself. You've gotten a lot better since last year. And nobody else did an extra 500 meters -- not even me. I think Coach has his eye on you." "Thanks," Grace replied. "That means a lot, coming from you." She knew she'd worked hard, but it was unsettling to think they'd noticed her with so many other good swimmers around. The redhead stepped under the spray, rotating to let the cool shower wash the chlorine and some of the heat from her body. It left her nipples stiff, but Grace ignored them and tried to maintain a casual air as she stepped aside for Wade. He moved into the shower, taking longer than she had. When he turned off the water stepped out, his erection had lost some of its urgency and his scrotum had tightened to a compact sack Grace longed to hold in her hands. With a casual look at her, Wade reached to the empty shelf Grace indian knew was supposed to contain towels and closed on thin air. When he started wiping his empty hands across his skin, Grace jumped and pretended to grab a towel too. Touching herself in front of him was almost more than the redhead could bear. Turning slightly to block Wade's view, Grace dared a quick touch of her slit, only to find herself so hot and needy she had to stop immediately. Breathlessly, she made a production of wadding her imaginary towel and tossing it into the empty hamper. Wade followed suit, his erection red and trembling. "Hey, wanna sit together at dinner?" "No, I sit with Jeni," Grace blurted, and fled. It was a stupid thing to say and she knew it, but her self-control was frayed almost to breaking and she didn't trust herself -- or the situation in which she found herself. Grace's room, when she reached it, was lacking in both clothing and roommate, although it was the latter that concerned her most at the moment. "I sit with Jeni!" she cursed herself in a singsong voice, and threw herself backwards on her bed. "Could I say *anything* more stupid!" The redhead touched herself again, and looked at the closed door. With an abrupt exhalation, she let her finger slide between her slick folds. A fingertip found her clit already swollen, and moved deeper; she wished the digit was Wade's. Why couldn't she be sexier? Grace replayed their recent encounter in her mind, her questing fingers accenting the dialog as it should have unfolded. "Can you get my back for me, Wade?" "Sure, Grace." His strong hands trailed down her back while she pulled on her nipples, teasing them to their maximum erection, and then turned to bring them into his grasp. Wade slid his hands roughly down her flanks and pulled her against him. Grace opened her mouth in a ragged sigh at the feel of his hot erection pressing against her stomach, trapped between them. The sensation of his pecs rubbing against her nipples made her pant. "I want to fuck you so bad," he husked. "Oh fuck, Grace, you are so hot! Let me look at you." My husband groaned, his face twisting. Before her was a creature. The girl there was just finishing her dance. I stumbled back as he grunted. I reached down and took Bonnie by the ponytail and yanked her off my cock. It was just after noon, and no one else was around. They were very engaging as we fucked. "hehe you're having a hard time with my pussy sweetie. You would be perfect for our sorority.” There wasn’t enough time to make it out the bedroom door without being seen, her mother’s giggling was getting louder and louder. “No. Just so you know, we both have girlfriends this year, so we don't have as much need for the Building Bitches. The men, according to their size are positioned either on the ground or on a step. He finally sits up and his face squinches in pain. “So, what do you want to do now?” I said. Do what you need, i will go hide like a troll” � She smiled indian and turned away. "Look at the fucking mirror!" he went on, and Doris reluctantly turned her head to see herself standing there with Thomas on his knees in front of her. Again, many eager hands worked quickly to strap her into position, her arse and cunt lewdly exposed. History is written by the victors, and the victors are often such poor liars. He reached down and gripped his shaft, spreading his legs and bending his knees a bit - to best show off his genitalia to the girls - before sliding his hand over his cock-head, gathering some leaking pre-cum and slathering it on his cock. And loving it.