..er...lovely....!” I blurted, feeling a tiny trickle of semen leave my pulsating tip. I’ve got my feet together and my legs are clamped together ...o that my buttocks are tight together, squeezing my swollen willy up against my dampening underpants. “Oh have you, that’s nice isn’t it Alyson?” Miss Alyson carried on laughing, noticing my odd stance.“I’ve got all your lovely pics and videos Miss, you’re lovely and you pose so nice!”A big leak of pre-cum. I’m now quivering all over, my face burning. He approaches me slowly, and he has to ward off all the other suitors I have. He knows he's good, he has a wicket tongue, and he has the intellectual seduction to make me his. When he finally gets to me, he talks to me, comments on my subtly exposed garter, he is seducing me with his words, and he is running his fingers along my garter. He is running his hand slowly up my skirt and he can feel my wetness. He runs his wine glass along the outline of my breast. We spend the next hours slow. There was Rick with his back towards me fucking Sarah’s clean shaven pussy while she looked directly at me with a big shit eating grin and winked. I turned around and went home steaming. Two hours later Rick came home, grabbed his bags and took off for work, I completely avoided him. Not fifteen minutes after he left the driveway, Sarah came to the house carrying two bottles of wine and some glasses. She yelled through the door that she was here to make amends and explain herself. For whatever. Those hung tight too. She had a firm ass, alright.Oh, what the hell is wrong with me? I'm just a fan. I could never get her. She's practically a celebrity. First female NBA player ever. Plus she was not just a player, but a star player. A female Allen Iverson. That's when she moved the basketball from her left to right hand quickly, then burst forward, laying it up at the rim. Wow... She was good. Denise. Denise White was her name. That was the jersey I wore as well, as big a fan as I was..