I can't picture her as some beefy Amazon. That soft sensual sounding voice just wouldn't match. Not exactly sure what she'd look like, certainly no Ba...rbie, a Pamela Anderson perhaps, or even a Dolly Parton, though a Catherine Zeta-Jones look-a-like would be nice too.I like the feel of the warm wet washcloth as she gently soaps and then rinses my flesh. I like how her hands seem to caress rather than scrubbing me as though I have twelve layers of dirt caked upon my skin. She's gentle, certainly. I looked all over the gym. I didn’t hear anything. I sat on the bleachers and waited. I put my shoes on in the meantime. The bell rang at 5pm and I walked back to the boy’s locker room.Mr. Crocker sat right in front of the door. ‘Where were you,’ I asked.‘Basketball practice was cancelled,’ he said.‘Then why didn’t anyone tell me,’ I asked.‘Because we need to talk,’ Mr. Crocker said.‘Look, I’m sorry for being late,’ I sighed. ‘I just gotta get myself together.’‘I know,’ he said. I looked up,. Once she was sitting on floor and helping my mother to prepare dinner and I came there to drink a glass of water and I got a beautiful glimpse that perfect pairs. But she never knew that, I was watching her round shaped breasts through her lower cut jumper. It was a beautiful scene since she had no bra inside.She was used to wear skirt and long type jumper in house. She was very cute looking with good shaped boobs and well shaped buttocks and those buttocks is just like the backside of Veena,. I tilted my head to give him more access, as he sucked on my neck and played with my breasts. Slowly, one hand found its way the side of my thong and he gave it a light tug before I shook my head and stopped him. He raised his eyebrows in a challenging way at me. "Lets go get Olivia..." I whispered with an innocent voice and he lifted me, bridal style, and carried me to her room. As we approached the door, I wiggled out of his arms and he whispered hotly into my ear, "You're lucky I was going.