" You are!" Brandi panted.By now Laura had replaced her fingers with her thigh, the skinny white bony thigh Brandi had referred to, and she was rubbin...g it up and down in the warm, wet furrow of Brandi's excited pussy. And it was having precisely the effect Brandi had predicted. Laura moved her thigh slowly, almost gently, sliding it up, then down, letting the ridge of her much less bulky muscle rub the wet groove of Brandi's pussy and run along her clit.It was thrilling for her to watch the. .. My Boss, the Chef, was a veteran scumbag, a staggering alcoholic who only got up only to place a few inventory orders and then fiddle in his office before retiring to his cabin on the hillside to drink himself into oblivion and fuck his pet hostess of the season. His main culinary techniques were to drink stolen beer, avoid the kitchen, and hope it didn't burn down around us. I realized at some point that was indeed my role, and demanded more money. This worked well, until we too often. Oh shit, what do I do? Shit. We nearly died just now. If this snow bank wasn’t there, we’d be wrapped around a tree somewhere at the bottom of this mountain, and I’d be wearing the steering wheel as a shirt.“Uh, you ok? You hurt?” I asked her, leaning over to unfasten her seatbelt. I forgot to unfasten mine, and the jolt I received from my own belt brought me back into my seat. I cringed at the pain. I looked down and fumbled with my own buckle, then reached over for hers after it came. The rest of the morning went by quickly and the moment oftruth was soon approaching because right after lunch everyone wouldassemble in the gym for a pep rally. All of the times that Phil studiedNicole performing at football games, cheerleading practice and peprallies would be put to the test, so he was understandably nervous.After lunch it was "show time," the pep rally began and fortunately forPhil, Michele Landis (the other co-captain of the squad) took the leadas m.c. which relieved a lot.