Shouldn't she know how many times she had enjoyed sex with someone, not just Cat? How many goals had she made on a pass from Cat? But that hadn't been... the only times they had been in bed together. It couldn't have been, a few times after just training. She blushed at the thought that she didn't know, and more at her related question: how many girls' pussy had she tasted?! Not all the ones on the Under-23 squad - not yet. Not yet?!Who had been holding her breast after her goal? Had she tasted. "There can never be enough Becci excitement. You sure you don't want to join me?" No thanks," I replied. "I'm off to my bed to sleep." OK. But never say you weren't invited," he said with a smile on his face. "Goodnight gorgeous Becci," he said as he made for the door."Goodnight David. I'll see you in the morning."As David made his way up the stairs, I finished my drink, turned the TV off, tidied the room and then followed him up the stairs.The drink had its effect on me. I fell into a deep. Nothing can beat this. No music, no food can top the binding togetherness laced with the thrill of potential discovery. The electric storm that whips between the two of us shoots lightning along my pussy walls and up to connect the swollen nubs at the apex of my breasts, straining beneath the thin turquoise fabric of my blouse. Responding to their call, I release his head and cup each mound, first squeezing the flesh before tweaking my hard nipples. Lust-filled messages consume my neural cortex. Page 72. How in God's good green earth could such a circumstance unfold? It was not possible and yet, everything is possible. I was starting to go into anticipatory shock. He picked out a mid-sized one and let me inspect it. He forced me to inspect it. He asked me to read what was printed on it and the only thing I could really make out was 'made in China'. Where else. I thought and how appropriate since the Chinese invented them eons ago. He pulled my sweater arm hole.