" It sure could, but they have been doing this for years, and most have never been caught at it." Would you be willing to help me?" I asked."Yes, but ... won't be a party to you jeopardizing your future." Good, we're on the same page: no deals, no special arrangements. Thanks, that's a load off my mind."We spent the afternoon going over tape of me at USC. He was pointing out where we would need to work when the other two got here. He had an early evening practice time scheduled from five to eight. “At least you’d better not have done it ... not even once.”“What?” he panted.“This,” she said, and lowered her head to take him in her mouth.Bev moved his semen around in her mouth, before she swallowed it. It was similar to Bobby, but different too. She liked it. Bill’s head was lying back on the seat headrest, and he was catching his breath. She had cheated only a little bit, doing something perfectly, and then stopping to ask if she was doing it right. Invariably he was effusive in his. I’d just gotten to the stage where I wasn’t getting nauseous and I didn’t want to backslide.I looked up, hearing footsteps pelting on the stairs and Lana appeared a second later wearing a long sleep-shirt. Her hair was a tangled mess, but she didn’t appear to notice and I didn’t mention it. She came over to kiss me deeply before she went to gather her own breakfast. “I was worried I’d missed you,” she said, sitting next to me to eat.I blushed, but grinned at her. “Seems fair. I ALWAYS miss. He picked me up around six and we headed north to the City by the Bay.I was born and raised in suburban New England. I had done some traveling, but for the most part, all I knew were bitter cold winters and hot, muggy summers. Fall was usually either: a) a reprieve from the heat of the summer before winter rolled in, or b) a bit of a chill before the real cold weather arrived. It was all I knew before arriving on the west coast, and, to be more specific, Monterey on California’s Central.