Not bad at all. All those boys were staring at me most of the time though, you know, just like you were, half a second ago."I shook my head ruefully. ..."You really can't blame them. With legs like those, who needs - " I suddenly shut up, realizing that I had about to say too much.Steph, on the other hand, wouldn't let go. She knew it was a compliment, and typical of girls, damned if she was going to let me off without hearing what it was. "Who needs... what?" She squeezed my palm gently. Her. Back in the dressing room, Anna’s legs felt numb hanging from the chair as the announcer started to talk signaling that she had maybe two more minutes before she would be walked out to the stage by her father and mother.Sometimes Anna hated living in this city, being born in this time. In school she was taught about a time where this sort of thing would be out ruled and anyone participating hunted down and sent to prison. Anna secretly wished she lived in that time. Some girls she knew from. She glanced at him for a couple seconds, then looked at the TV, then her eyes closed. It seemed she was holding her breath.Jean pushed her middle finger as deep as she could into her ass. "Arrrhh... mmmmh." She waited a moment, then twisted it back and forth for a few seconds then slowly pulled it almost all the way out. She added a second digit and worked both in slowly. "Ooh!" Her body flinched. Then she relaxed and slowly twisted and pushed the two fingers deeper into her rectum.Ron moved. Hope you’re better than the last group of accountants we had. God, what a freaky group.” He shook his head remembering Kevin, the fat stupid guy, Oscar, the gay Hispanic guy, and the snotty bitchy, frigid, petite slutty blond Christian chick. After Angela divorced the gay state senator, she moved in with Oscar, who helped raise her son. The office had a pool on the baby’s father with Dwight being the favorite, although a few had bet on Andy. No one seriously considered the Senator a viable.