I’ll admit I was a bit put off of him the first time I met him, with that lightning bolt face tattoo of his and all, but — ‘ ‘Scar.’ Rose sa...d quietly. Kayla’s eyes widened.. ‘What?’ ‘That’s not a tattoo,’ Rose said, ‘It’s what’s left of a scar after a lot of plastic surgery. He fell against a hot steam radiator when he was two. He was wedged against it and couldn’t move. By the time his mother got to him, his face was burned on the left side from his forehead to his cheek. His folks took him. I sometimes feel her up when we do it — she pretty much sets it up, actually — but after she and I do a good one — Andrea takes her turn and I get her boob, too. Not bad, all in one goodnight. Both of them legged me a little, but that’s part of the game.Teeth brushed, clothes aimed at the dresser and I’m asleep, dreaming about being naked on the basketball court, hoping nobody notices. The one I’m guarding (I guess it must be a girls’ team) keeps bumping me. Her team wears silly nightcaps.But. We’d just finished another semester and more or less managed to maintain our focus during beautiful Montreal spring. I don’t know what it’s like to try to study in more temperate climates, but when the snow melts and the city patios start to come to life, it’s almost unbearable to keep your nose buried in books. It was a short walk from our campus to a stretch of bars on Bishop St. There was a place there where we were fairly regular at and it seemed like as good a place as any to go when. Ryan had been massaging my prostrated for twenty minutes and his arm was beginning to ache. At his request Craig took over and I felt the double thrill of Ryan removing his hand and Craig's fist replacing it inside me. Dale and Ryan moved in front of me so that now I could start sucking Ryan while he was still being fucked. I took the opportunity though to lick the fist that had been inside me. It was covered in the moisture produced from Carl's and Dale's cum as well as the natural lubrication.