I'd taken the photos on Friday night, and Saturday I had a date with Theresa Mills. I thought about canceling it, since my mind was filled with distra...tions, but then I remembered how nice a distraction Theresa could be, and I took her to the Lake.Theresa was catholic, so her limits were pretty firm, but she had nice tits and let me fondle and suck them while she jacked me off. All I could think of as she stroked my cock was Bill Arnold's dong in Ann Macafee's hand, and later in her mouth. I'd. His tongue delving inside her as she orgasmed, his thumb eased on her firm clit as he sucked her cream into his mouth. He felt his cock straining against his pants, just a moment or two longer he thought. He rose from his knees quickly, not giving her chance to recover. Pushing her head down hard onto the surface of the desk, he grabbed a fistful of her hair and wrenched her head to the side. He wanted to see her face as he fucked her, wanted to hear her cries clearly. He held her there as he. I knew that her mouth was caught slightly open as if trying to form words, but all that came out were guttural moans as I slid my dick in and out of her; fucking her slowly, leisurely…-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------I was kind of hopeless when she left. I didn’t have anything else to do.I looked over from my bed to my desk, which, usually stacked with papers and drafts and half-drunk bottles of Gatorade, was clean and. That’s only been ... a month ago. Shit! Cross country practice starts in ten days.I reluctantly let go of the booties and pushed myself up in bed. I got a cheek kiss from Beca and Cindy and then they collapsed back on the mattress and cuddled together. I sighed and grabbed my running gear. If we didn’t get outside soon, the temps would make it hard to run.“Jacob! Three-count your run. You’re coming down hard on your right leg. Is it giving you pain?” Nanette shouted from right behind me. My.