“Fine, then.” I sat down in front her and grabbed her ankles. She pulled out her clarinet, and started to put it together. XXX “I guess you’re right. I hadn’t told Lauren about this whole, you know, band sex blackmail thing. Lauren followed me into the band locker room and opened her locker. “You just go.”
She nodded, and looked at me. I walked back to the locker room to get my instrument. Her feet were laid out in the grass, and she was wiggling her toes, her soles lightly scrunching as she did so. Past this parking lot is a little road that leads down a hill to a soccer field, which we occasionally use to practice on. I did it for the view. She had perky tits, but her nipples were a little
