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I found myself in the shower with Molly Wegeman. She’s tall and slim, and her body was laced with tattoos. The biggest of which had the word Dispossessed written in big blue script just above her belt-line. She had tats in a lot of places, of wolves and bikes, and a hairy man with a big dick on her shoulder. Molly and I had never gotten along. She started hanging with the Dispossessed sophomore year, riding with the bikers, wearing leather and studs, and giving me shit. I was in Drama Club, Marching Band, and Academic Challenge. I was a goodie-two-shoes. I dressed nice. I dated nice boys. I kept my legs closed. But we graduated, at least I did, and it turned out Molly and I worked out at the Anadolu Yakası Escort same gym. Now we were in the same shower. I caught her looking at me, and instead of the hard look she had in our school hallways, her eyes were soft without all the dark makeup. And she was looking at me, not like a rival, but a snack. I wondered if she had heard about my night with her ‘sisters’ Gwen, Julie, and Paulie in Paulie’s trailer. They were all as patched in as any group of girls could be in a gang run by and for men. Had Molly heard how eagerly I’d sucked Gwen’s pussy and ridden Paulie’s she-cock? Was she sizing me up? Molly was pretty in her own way, with Anadolu Yakası Escort Bayan long, very dark hair that hung almost to her firm bottom. Big eyes, a narrow well-defined chin, and high cheekbones gave her face real beauty. I’d only seen her hard side before. In the shower she looked soft, vulnerable even. She stood in the spray watching me, the water running in small streams down her body, circling her small breasts. Molly’s nipples were big and long and I realized that she liked watching me. And I remembered how it had felt with Gwen, and I decided I liked being watched. I liked it a lot. And I wasn’t about to let Molly Wegeman off Escort Anadolu Yakası easy. So I turned to face her directly, legs open, giving her a good look at the pussy that Paulie had so well stretched. “Need some help getting clean,” I said. I was tired of taking her shit. I took the offensive. I held my bar of Camay in my right hand and walked over to her, and slowly slid the soap bar across her Dispossessed tattoo. “I hear you’re kind of dirty,” I said, leaning over to whisper in her ear. “Oh fuck,” she said. Whatever Molly had been expecting from me it wasn’t that. She wasn’t prepared for a goodie-two-shoes to run soapy track across her belly, just above her mound, slowly sinking toward her bush. She froze for a moment, shocked that a geek like me might take charge.With my free hand, I reached around her, cupped her right butt cheek in my left hand then slid my fingertips glide into her crack. I slid them up and down her bottom while on her frontside my right hand cycled the soap bar closer and closer to her wet bush.

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