 
Balletlover - Balletmania
written by Seeker at on 28.06. at 16:09:15 But right then I wasn't letting Sally's potential threats diminish my enjoyment of their situation. I gave Sally another little wave, puckered up my lips, and blew her a silent kiss. I could tell she was furious. I found myself getting aroused, they both looked so cute and vulnerable in their pink and black outfits, hands tightly clasped behind their backs, heads hanging down submissively, and small trails of soap suds glistening wetly as they ran down from the corner of their mouths. Both girls now had their cheeks puffed out like a couple of greedy little Chipmunks caught in a bag of peanuts. Erin however, was looking a little greenish as she continued to slowly chew on her soap ball. Sally also looked green, but her face was flushed with her anger. Neither one could sit still now as they slowly squirmed back and forth, twisting and shifting their weight from one side to another. They were both, making soft whimpering, and moaning sounds as they twisted their heads from one side trying to get some relief from the soap balls and suds that had become the central focus of their entire existence. Too quickly for my enjoyment, the timer dinged. Both girls' faces flashed with looks of relief. They both had the battered look of a boxer, whose last round had gone far too long. First, Aunt Sally laid a towel on the floor and made them both kneel on it, their mouths full to overflowing with the sudsy remains of the soap balls. Then, in a maneuver I remember so vividly, they had to say they were sorry. That is what the towels were for, and they needed them. As soon as they opened their mouth the suds exploded out. Large white waterfalls of foam and bubbles cascaded over their lips, and down their faces to end up falling off their chins. It made speaking so difficult their apologies sounded more like "Ilp slooory, thap I mooospbehape ans teeeted oooy lipe thassp" It was the first time I had ever seen Sally in any condition that was even close to apologetic and I was enjoying it immensely. I just wished that I had Mary Margaret's camera. The two of them were then allowed to rinse out their mouths at the sink. Then Erin, still crying, ran off upstairs and slammed the door to her room. Sally followed her a few moments later after giving me a glance that said both, 'This is not over and you will pay for this later.' Copyright 2001 by Seeker Answers to this message:
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