"The practice fields are soaked," he informed us. "The groundskeepers won't allow us to practice out on the game field, so our practice today will be ...in the gymnasium. Change into your gym clothes, with shin guards, but wear your gym shoes."There was a collective groan. Indoor practice meant running, especially numbing inside. As we filed out, Coach Neville announced, "Mr. Porter, Mr. Mendoza, Mr. Johnson, Mr. Oldman, Mr. Perez, and Mr. Rogers, please wait a moment."The names he called were all. Breathless, I looked into her face and softened my grip on the arms of chair. She was smiling broadly, a certain sense of satisfaction of a job well done showing in her eyes. “That is a lot of fluid you have down there,” she said gently patting my softening member. I was still too breathless to respond. Michelle fingered the wet patch and made little circles with her fingertips causing me to jump. She smiled warmly at my reaction to her contacting my over sensitive spots. With a look of. Charlie stopped her. Ill do it. He grasped her shoulders and slowly slid both of his hands down her arms, to her hips, finally taking the hem of the dress in his finger tips. Very slowly, he began to raise it, exposing Sarahs toned, smooth thighs inch by inch. Next came the sight of a very brief, sheer black thong. Thats nice, said Mark as he and Larry stared at the tiny piece of material. A small patch of pubic hair was visible under the thong, but the rest of her abdomen was clean shaven and. I got lucky, and found the best. Her training knives had tiny razor edges, that cut the skin and caused pain, but the cuts would heal in a few weeks or a month. She didn’t seem to mind if our post training writhing embrace was lubricated with my blood. It only stung a bit, added the spice of danger, and was interesting for awhile, -until I improved with my own blade and our fluids mingled instead. The scars were invisibly fine, just badges of my earned skill.Next I combined studies in saber.