I bring the palms of my hands over your smooth white hips and push them down between the bedsheets and your beautifully soft butt cheeks. I grasp a ch...eek in each hand, gently squeezing the flesh and holding onto it. I am now in control of you - I push upwards with my hands so that you swing upwards on your hips and your mighty cock is forced deeper into my mouth. Then I relax my grip and it slides back again. I hear your little whimpers of delight as I begin to repeat this movement over and. ” With a fierce hot possessiveness, he kissed me deeply. Gone was the feather light kisses, and gentleness. He ground his lips against mine until my lips opened. The kiss deepened, and my hands reached greedily for the waistband of his pants. I unfastened his pants, without breaking the kiss. I tugged them down, and we moved to the floor. The carpet was scratchy on my soft skin, and he was on top of me. His pants were part way down, and I could feel his erection throbbing against my thigh. You thrust the knife at me again and again, the whole time Im smiling at you and getting hotter. My pussy throbs. One last thrust and you sink the knife into my shoulder. I yell in pain and back away, holding my shoulder and turning away. You reel back to the opposite end of the bed and stare at me, waiting for my reaction. I drop my hand and toss my head back, my wet hair slapping the back of my neck and spraying water. I slowly turn to you with a smile on my face. Good shot my pet, I chuckle,. The smell of sweaty gym socks met her nose, but happily the room was dark. Like the other rooms only the security lights dimly lit the room. She moved slowly into the team room. She checked the first locker she came too. It had a pad lock on it that kept Wanda out. Disappointed she checked the very next locker, Bingo, it didn't have a lock. She opened it quietly. The jersey hanging in it was number 82. Right away she knew this locker belonged to Tommy Keats, the star receiver on the.