Tami and I sat together and talked the first hour on the bus. She actually liked some of the art that Mr. Kincaid had showed us today. I'm sorry, but a square girl with three breasts isn't art, she's a circus freak. And I never liked the freak show. We also talked about college. I was thinking Stanford. She was thinking Harvard."You going to go talk to her?" Tami asked in an unexpected change of direction."Who?" Your sister."I looked behind us. Traci was sitting by herself, staring out the window a few seats away from the rest of the team."What's wrong with her?" I asked, and Tami gave me a look that told me I'd just asked a stupid question. But if it was a stupid question, shouldn't I know the answer?"She's nervous. Haven't you ever been nervous before a game?"I shrugged.Tami sighed. "Go," she said, pointing her thumb over her shoulder.I shrugged again, but got up and walked back to Traci. I sat down in the seat in front of her and hung over the back of the seat. "Hey brat. Why so. As I undone the button on his jeans and moved the zip down. I slowly pushed his jeans halfway down his legs allowing him to move them the rest of the way with his own legs, kicking them off onto the ground.As my hands slowly played with the waistband of his boxers he began to slide down my body kissing against my stomach. His hands pushed my against my pants and onto my green panties slowly moving them down my legs and off my feet dropping them to the ground. I felt his warm breath move over my inner thighs. His fingers crept up my thighs slowly sending a sensation up my body. As I felt his fingers come in contact with my pussy I felt them move around my lips ever so slowly before his fingers gently parted my lips. I felt his breath against my body as I watched him slowly move forward and I let out a gasp as I felt his tongue move against my pussy. He slowly rubbed his tongue against my pussy slowly moving it further into me as I let out a whimpering sounding moan. His tongue moved.
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