Three, two, one," and then she blew it. The whistle, I mean.Naturally, we were group one. Everyone ran their four sprints, and then Ms. Sprite gave us... a five-minute water break."How's it goin'?" Crystal asked Gary."Pretty well," he replied."What do your parents think?" Crystal continued."I haven't told 'em yet," he admitted."I saw that you left your pants in the locker room yesterday," said Crystal. "Didn't your mom or anybody notice something unusual when you got home?" My mom was working,". “What are you doing home so early?”I couldn’t help but crack a smile as I pretended that she had woken me.“You’re not fooling anyone,” Danny remarked. “I know you.”“I took the afternoon off,” I replied, propping myself up on my elbows. Danny sat on the side of the bed. She leaned over and put her arm across my lap, her elbow resting on my crotch and her hand on my chest.“Are you feeling frisky?” she asked.I could tell by the intonation of her question that she was in a special mood.“But you. The image of my milk covering his hand, completed the imaginary and sent a whole new wave of pleasure through my belly just as his fingers spread open my outer lips and met the steamy hot cream that melted from within me. His fingers explored every fold of my pouty flesh and found every point that had been neglected for so long. He seemed to be able to sense just the right pressure, stroke and motion on my hidden flesh to send me ever higher. And then he touched it. My clit was now fully. And by some statistical curse of nature, some of these females would not be horny. The odds were not good I thought as I made my way to the non alcoholic punch bowl for a drink. I was poured a glass of punch (non alcoholic did I mention) drink by a 90 year old female who was probably really only a 35 year old college employee who had been assigned by the college to keep things orderly. I turned and faced the dance floor. One song had just ended and another one was beginning. I spotted a few.