The volumes were relics of an era that only recently had passed into memory, an era killed by the Internet and electronic storage of information.On No...ember 15th Ruthie resumed her naked escapades in the library basement. On that night she and Mike carried their volumes to the study area and stacked them on one of the spare tables. It was only about 10:00, but no one else was in the room. He commented that the tables had cleared out a bit early. He remembered Ruthie's confession about studying. I turn my head over to the driver and he is still transfixed, his lips are slightly parted and there is a quiet sound coming from them. As I focus more I hear, "So smooth, so so smooth". My eyes move down now, down to his own lap, where an almighty bulge is straining against one of his pant legs. It looks like rather than grow up like it should have, the way he was sitting in the car made it expand down his pants in a rather painful position.I felt drugged. My head was spinning and everything. "I laughed. "You are wrong, very wrong. Many would want you, hundreds, and would pay to be with you, to look at you, to make love to you, to watch you perform, to pet you, kiss you, lick you." I don't understand." She shook her head tossing golden curls. My cock swelled and jerked. I pictured her spread and impaled, writhing, snapping her hair across her lovely face as I lanced her."On the stage, my dear. I am sure you have seen them. Many women perform you know, in the theater, sing and play. The football team thought it was an opportunity to have some fun with me. We were watching the game film from Friday night."Hey, Hollywood, I was open on that one," Wolf teased me."Hollywood... ," Coach Hope started."Coach, you might want to rethink this whole Hollywood thing. I can turn into a diva and I'll get Cassidy to be my diva in training," I warned him.He thought about it for a moment, and nodded. The guys dropped it, too. When we were done with our last game, we broke up into groups,.