CHAPTER SIX
Home Games
"Weighty triple-handfuls, aren't they?"
Thumbs indented the central buccal summits callously. Taloned fingers palped the abdundant outer buttock slopes.
"Perhaps, quadruple palmfuls. Bouncy as harem cushions, too. Any sheikh's sons been sharing these bountiful bedwarmers? Eh?"
The thumbnails carved indelicately just above her fear-tight sphincter, parting her ample rounds as Jan Ladrone squeaked a hasty negative. The girl crouched on knees and elbows, her lowered slacks bunched about her ankles at one end of the chill medical examination table.
"Just as well." Wildwood Secondary School's nurse inspected the brownish, innocently puckered anus. "The backdoor playpen has a nasty way of leading to the nursery foyer."
The grizzled woman let the wide posteriors slap
