"Bobbie?" It may have been Roxx's body, butthe stance and carriage of said body was pure Valentine. The sight ofa friend thought lost, the friend she ...needed right now. "You've got alot of nerve showing your face around here." The tight red line of hermouth coupled with Roxx's 'resting bitchface'. When Bobbie didn'tsmile or have a sarcastic comment, her trained eyes moved to Bobbie's.They stood liquidly, the blue seemed distant, it appeared to Faye thatthere was no chasing her off, not right. "Oh, shit, Ted," she softly moaned, digging her fingers into his thick head of hair as he hotly slobbered on her steaming crotch. "It's so good!"The fresh fragrance of her sweet young pussy was enough to blow his mind. The aroma and flavor of her hot young cunt was one of the most exciting thing she could remember. He was fully aware that she was only an adolescent, but he knew that nothing could stop him from fucking her. He simply had to have that heavenly little body. He'd thought his girl. There was another girl sitting on the back of the snowmobile. She had her hands wrapped around Chloe’s waist, holding tight. She was pressed against Chloe’s back. Giggling about something as Chloe pulled to a stop in front of the now-deserted chalet. Chloe’s snowmobile was pulling a small trailer sledge as well.Of course, Dave realised. Change-over day. No wonder she was late. There would be extra cleaning to do to get the chalet ready for the next group. He brought his binoculars to his eyes.. Imagine trying to thwack a basketball into the hoop with a paddle. Speaking of sports, Smith and Jones and I used to play pranks on our college's sports teams, since jocks were easy targets. Our favorite was stealing jerseys from the players' lockers. We planned on giving them back during the big Senior Day event, until our prank backfired. One of the football linemen, unable to find his regular jersey for a game, swiped one from a pile of practice outfits. Of course, it had a different number..