His eyes sent shivers along her spine as he looked her over. No man had ever made her feel like this. It was an unsettling feeling. One that she needed to rectify if she was spend time with him on his ship. She knew that she would be with him sexually at least once before the voyage was over, and what a union it would be. The priestess was getting wetter the longer she stood and thought about him. In a softly quivering voice she started to order her handmaidens to get ready for a ritual. "Sammy waited for my decision with an expectant look. Justin Reynolds was one of the boys on the team I coached. He played center field and was a nice young man about Sammy's age. I hadn't met his sister but had seen her at the games cheering for her brother."Sure, not a problem," I replied. "Go get them. We'll meet the team at the Dairy Queen and then give them a lift home."I had started a tradition when I became the coach of the team. After every game, win or lose, I would treat the boys and. When I got out of the shower, I saw that Daddy had laid out my clothes for me: a cute button-up blouse with puff sleeves and an A-line skirt. He had also lain out some strappy shoes and a black thong. I toweled off and dressed slowly. As I zipped up the skirt and smoothed it down over my ass, I felt the texture of the welts under the fabric. I lifted up the skirt to inspect the inflamed stripes and admired the purplish hue they were taking on. I walked carefully down the stairs, trying in vain. I explained the pineapple effect as I slowly stroked my erection whilst continuing to watch Abi sitting there with her finger on her clitoris, now moving back and forth, collecting her own sweet juices from her pussy and smearing them upwards to her now engorged pre-teen clitoris. As I watched, she dipped her finger a little deeper into her pussy, to her second knuckle, seemed to delve a little, then withdrew her finger, raising it towards her face. Holding her glistening finger before her.
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