But apparently it was not enough because she soon added a second finger. Moan after moan flowed past my lips before the orgasm finally exploded within... me. FUUCCCKKKK!!!!! I moaned at the top of my lungs. My cunt started to shiver and I felt something hot and gooey shoot up my pussy. Within seconds, my entire body was shaking and I was squirting all over her face. She seemed to appreciate, because she had once again started purring. Unfortunately, the purring soon stopped. Even sadder was the. “It looks like you had a landing strip. Do you want to keep that?” “I… Yes,” she answered. Oddly enough, Sarah’s businesslike attitude was helping to calm her. It didn’t last long. The tiny vibration coming through the trimmer’s comb as it slid over her skin was more than enough to force her to hold her breath against a moan trying to escape. She had to direct her eyes to the ceiling because the sight of the beautiful woman between her legs summoned every fantasy she’d ever conjured up. Sarah. It was Hank Benson, one of the stars of the team and someone I had once tutored in math, enabling him to stay eligible to play. We weren't great buds, but we were certainly friendly enough.I looked at Gina; she shrugged. I reached under the risers and pulled out the ball, then drop-kicked it. I'd seen it done, and imitated what I'd seen. Gina and I started running again when we heard another, louder voice yelling.It was the coach, and he was screaming something like, "How did you do that, young. ’ ‘What’s a car? Is it like your Power Wagon? And what caused the accident?’ ‘Yeah, a car is sorta like my truck, only smaller. They’re more for passengers than carrying stuff like my truck. Four people at a time can ride comfortably in them, but you can’t carry as much. Their car was hit head-on by a drunk driver going 60 miles an hour, killing them both.’ As I said it, I was struck by the similarity in the way the Clay of this time and I lost our parents – mine had been killed by a runaway.