Fir vo khush hoke or kaatne lagi or boli k itni pyaari baaten karega fir to me teri randi bhi banane ko ready hoon. Ab mene uski bra k hooks khol diye... or dono haathon ko aage lake boobs ko masalne laga.Ab vo paagalon ki tarah mere se lipat gyi or boli k aajtak kisi ne itne maje nhi dilaaye use to me josh me aake uske boobs choosne laga. Vo to jaise mari hi jaa rhi thi. Kafi der choosne ke baad me neeche baith gya or panty k oopar se uski choot ko kiss karne lage.Uske muh se cheekh nikal rhi. "Correct," he grinned. There was no malevolence in his eyes, but heclearly knew I had no choice."My parents won't like it," I shot back."I don't suggest you attempt to involve them," he said, immediatelybecoming serious. "Bad things might happen. Your only option is to acceptmy proposition. But believe me, I mean no harm to either of you. I'm onlytrying to help the team." By threatening to turn us into cheerleaders if we don't play wellenough?!" Julian cried incredulously from the circle of. I gave it 10 firm smacks, leaving her ass beet-red. (sorry for the pun). I let her go, saying Do what you want, but if I were you I wouldnt sit down for a while. I pulled Becky over next and gave her the same treatment. I hit her carefully, leaving her small butt pink. I set her free with the same warning. Amanda wandered off to her room. When she reappeared, lifting her skirt to show she was wearing a tiny string thong, sparing the pressure of panties on her sore bottom. Becky complained. Hey,. All those public service announcements hadn't been in vain. They told me that having sex with Juniper meant, essentially, that I was having sex with that indeterminately long parade of guys I was picturing -- the long line of guys she had tried on before me.And I was having sex with all the women -- good, bad and indifferent -- that all those guys had screwed.Risky business.All this kind of garbage was barreling through my conscious and subconscious mind at all hours of the day and night. I was.