“And then some of the field hockey girls are like, ‘Contest! My fingers fluttered through the water, across her pale ass cheeks, then down between them, soon brushing the tendrils of red pubes between her sweet young thighs. Maybe another time?”
“Definitely, my little strawberry cupcake.” She grinned at that. Alison spread those long legs of hers, and I got a fiery flash of orange before John’s ass obscured my view and he plunged his rigid meat into the girl. “Duty called, I answered.” Jill snickered. See you later!” She gave me a peck on the cheek, and tapped John on the shoulder. My fingers fluttered through the water, across her pale ass cheeks, then down between them, soon brushing the tendrils of red pubes between her sweet young thighs. In front of everyone!” Jill shook her head in disbelief and finished her story. “She works in a massage parlor.
