Jonah Houlihan, Bartown's head basketball coach, was thoroughly stumpedwhen it came to creating or utilizing an effective countermeasure toCoxville's ...elentless onslaught. What the fuck sort of training had theybeen giving these boys, he thought. From the tip off of the game, they hadaggressively outclassed, outmaneuvered, and overpowered Bartown'spredominately white team of young players, making them appear to be nilmore than novices to the sport - their three consecutive championships. Robert and Chelsea arrived at the lake, when Russ, Greg and I had all ready launched the boat. We has stocked up on a few cases of Bud Lights for us and a fifth of rum and several 2 liters of coke for Chelsea.We pushed off for the day; it was warm and sunny and Chelsea wasted no time in mixing a drink, more rum than coke! The guys drank their beer and kind of nursed them along. Drinking alcohol on the lake takes its effects rather quick. Robert and Russ both water skied around the cove and we. I started to feel dizzy and realised I was holding my breath. I pushed him away and gasped for air.?Mike?.I?? I whispered?Don’t.? He said cutting me short, ? I know this is what you want Rose, and I want it too.? He brought his head down to mine and kissed me passionately, tightening his grip around my waist. Without thinking I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and tilted my head to kiss him better. He was right, I did want this more than anything, but Sara had been my friend, I felt. She sucked hungrily. A faint memory of the taste came to her. That first time in the Chevy! Her head was forced down on her date’s cock. She recalled the heady sweetness of his pre-cum, the musk of his arousal. She recalled the feeling helpless yet in control as her date held her head on his cock. When he came, filling her mouth with his seed, she loved the feeling of control it gave her.When Sam came back with the unopened beers, he walked up behind his mom and playfully put the cold can on.