.When I finished unpacking and completed putting away my new duds, Rogerwas still in the bathroom crying. I laid down on my bunk to take abrief nap an...d rest for a while and thought about how Roger looked thefirst time I saw him shaking his booty around in his sheer baby dolloutfit. I thought about how it felt for me to subdue him forcibly, tokeep him from slapping me again, slapping me like a girl would strike aman. It was something I never thought I'd be capable of doing toanyone.Then, I. I’m on the Special Teams. I’m basically the Quarterback’s personal bodyguard. Who is our quarterback? Jonathan Wilson, a big and tall, good-looking, blond-haired, green-eyed stud. Although he looks quite Teutonic, he’s actually a third-generation Irish immigrant. I like the guy. He’s cool, smart and listens to his teammates. I’ve been playing Football since high school and I really don’t like quarterbacks who are full of themselves. They get on my last nerve. I’ve decked more than one. Jonathan. “good” John thought, this was going great. Putting on his best wicked grin, he inserted another finger in her cunt. The girl couldn’t hold her moans anymore. Clearly amused by this John started rubbing his thumb on her asshole. The girl instantly looked like a deer in the headlights. Slightly lubricating his thumb with her pussy juice he pushed his thumb in. The girl was apparently an anal virgin. John picked up his pace and before long the girl had an orgasm on his fingers. As he pulled his. Damn despite bringing enough baby stuff out to to last me a fortnight I had managed to forget the wipes. I was just about to use my sleeve when I heard"Here let me " as the beautiful redhead leaned in and wiped Ems clean. "There isn't that better sweetheart" she she to Ems in a soft soothing Irish accent and settled her down. I could help but steal a glance at her cleavage as she leaned over and noticed a faint dusting of freckles on her nose and shoulders on her soft pale skin that many.