Do I even believe in all that, or do I just force myself to so that my mother doesn’t beat me? “Shit! xnx Get up!” I was dazed for a moment, but I immediately realized the trouble. What was the point of wearing underwear to track practice? His fingers were very long. I wiped his cum off of me with his beige polo and tossed it to him. They say that physical activity is a great stress-reliever, but I think that is an understatement. “Hell, no,” he replied, slipping his other hand up my shirt to squeeze my other breast through my sports bra. His wide grin told me that he was pleased with my flexibility. I loved the way he tasted. I felt his hot meat work its way in and out of my cleavage, soaked with sweat and pre-cum, and that sensation combined with
