Oh, man. There was a mob! And there were the cheerleaders! In uniform, pompoms and all! And Peggy Schwartz, with her camera, to take pictures!They bur...t into a cheer the moment they saw me, doing their little dance and pomming their poms, or whatever that is they do with them."Yay Carl! He's our man! If he can't do it, no one can!"Blushing furiously, I skidded to a stop by the box."Better hurry, Carl, or you'll be late," Peggy urged, snapping pictures."C'mon, guys!" I pleaded as the. Not beautiful, really, but sexy. ‘Oh, hi.,’ I stammered before admitting the obvious—’I’m really sorry, I don’t remember meeting you at the conference. It’s a serious personality defect—insufficient name-face recognition skills. Or, simply, dorkiness.’ ‘You teach at Berkeley, don’t you, Patrick?,’ she asked with an infectious smile. ‘Yes.’ I was really reaching into the mental rolodex now. Had I messed up and she wasn’t from the conference, but from home. Who was this? Now I was imagining some. Neptune pulled back, lifting the tip of his dick and ramming into Sara’s soaked hole. She screamed again. He was far too big for her at nine inches long as thick as a soda can. Only the tip would go in. She squeezed, fighting back against the invading cock. He rammed again, but got no further. Neptune’s tip was slick with pre-cum and Sara’s juices, but he couldn’t penetrate deeper. She was too tight.He backed up a bit, bracing his hind legs further. Sara thought perhaps he had given up. She was. My left hand reached in between her thighs and settled on her public hair. She squirmed as my fingers stroked Her hair before tracing her pussy lips. My palm soon found her moist cunt and began stroking it quickly. Her moans became louder and I could see her nipples hardening as I kept teasing her pussy. She was carefully holding her thighs together not to let my dick get past them. Suddenly, She turned around, hugged me and kissed on my lips. She was surely turned on now. My hands moved to her.