I felt her come near me, so without looking up, I handed her three bottles."Take them to the men before they start sobering up, God knows we'd all hat... that!" Two other womanly chuckles echoed in the kitchen, and my heart pinched because her laugh wasn't there. Did I mess up? Did I act too loosely and too quickly telling her I had noticed the improper chemistry between us? When she grabbed the bottles from my hand, I saw hers shaking, and I had to fight the urge to look up at her, hug,. I started worrying about my sex life; or should I say, lack of one. Going without had never bothered me before, but there were always good reasons: I was between boyfriends, boyfriend was out of town, I was out of town, etc. I'd never gone seven straight days in a relationship before without getting laid.Nine days into the tournament and still no sex. Not even oral. Nothing remotely approaching a sexual act. I didn't count the peck on the lips I got as he rushed off to work, or the. Or a more urgent need for sexual fulfillment... "Do you like to fuck?" he asked her, his face scant inches above her own, and his sincere, sensual use of the lewd word causing immediate prurient sensations to come alive and ripple through her excitedly."Oui... oui, I do cher," she answered quickly, without the slightest trace of pretense, "When I have such a lover as you."He chuckled warmly. "You are a clever little girl, ma chere. You know the many ways to excite a man... but I fear you have. You pull your mouth off it and I see a strand of drool connect the two of you, then you run your tongue around the head before swallowing it again. I crawl under you, between your legs, crunching my head and shoulders against the wall and position my cock under your pussy. You ease yourself down and your pussy swallows my cock as I watch you swallow the cock in the wall again. I start bucking into you furiously and you fuck me like mad as you hungrily attack the cock in the wall. Watching you.