"With my head bent back, my throat and mouth were perfectly aligned and Jack plunged in deeply, until his fat head lodged into my unrelenting throat. ...Breath through your nose dumbass," Jack ordered as he applied additional pressure, slowly forcing his rod deeper into my stretched throat. At last, I felt his heavy balls bouncing against my forehead. Somehow, he had worked nearly the entire length of his massive rod down my throat. He put his hand on my throat, squeezing my adams apple. After I was dressed, Mom announced that I was going to have dinner with the Collins. Thanks, Mom, for arranging my social life. Would you believe it? When I said I was going home to get my things, Mom just pointed out that I really hadn't even worn my clothes that day at all.When I pointed out that I didn't even have a bikini anymore, she just said, "Oh, pooh! You don't need it anyway. You might soak the crotch of your Levi's, but so what?"Thanks again, Mom.So off we went, with poor Jill again. They seemed to be dominating the court. She even thought to herself. “I may have to give that asshole a blow job after all! But it sure would be nice if these guys could win for a change.” The game continued. Each made shot was answered by another by the other team. Back and forth, score after score. This really turned into a good close game. As it happened, the final shot of the game was a 3 point shot from several feet above the key made by Tyrell of the Lions just as the buzzer. I had read every post she had written on Lit, waited anxiously for the photos she sent, all the time wishing she wouldn’t mask her face. This wicked little vixen had kept me aroused well into the night on so many occasions. My heart now racing, her arms encircling my neck, and mine finding the wonderfully rounded contours of her hips as we continue to glide the soft strains of muted jazz. I can’t help myself, I struggle against it but I feel my arousal growing in my pants. By the licentious.