"She sat back and crossed her legs. I looked, as I usually do. Perfect white thighs entered my view; at this time, I went straight with what I wanted ...to see. What color panties for today? They were flesh color because Sandra was in the same mood I was. Nothing on beneath any of our clothes. Sandra got up and went to the door and locked it."Anne, would I be obnoxious if I asked you to take all your clothes off?" If this helps with me getting well, of course, I will."I watched her eyes follow my. I can't let that little bitch fuck that up!" It was Jimmy again.Mike was exacerbated. He agreed with them. He wanted to cut her. He really did. "Guys, I can't do anything," he said. "If you want rid of her, you gotta convince her to quit. She's not getting cut."The boys just looked forward dejectedly."Ok, coach," Jimmy said. "We understand."In hindsight, Mike probably should've chosen his words more carefully, because that's when the hazing started.Hazing was nothing new at Filmore. Mike knew. "Shirley and I were both so tired from golf, that we took a little nap." This time, all three of them were laughing and making rude comments about what loud sleepers, Shirley and I were, or saying I shouldn't have the television on so loud, and what was I watching? I listened to all of it, not making any return comments. I figured they'd get tired of it soon, but they didn't. I knew they were just teasing, but, after awhile, even if it's all in good fun, it gets old. It was a comment that Dad. ...a bit faster...lick my clit at the same time. oh yes, right there, yes, just a bit harder." I was surprised how good she tasted. I'd tasted my own pussy juices but I thought Sandra's tasted even better. After several minutes I was finding it quite hard work but I kept going, hoping to give her an orgasm. Eventually, her breathing quickened and she repeated "Oh my god." several times, then her body tensed and she held my head still. Her body shuddered several times and a little pussy juice.