i could n't remember what day i 'd given her off . i could n't explain it to coach , and i wo n't explain it to her . even though he was no further than the top of her slit , her juices were soaking his hand , so he rubbed his fingers around in circles on the slick skin of her well-waxed mound . she greeted whoever watched her with an extended middle finger . then her fist went at him , plowing into his cheek . he looked relaxed and fit and-all right , she 'd admit it-handsome . 