’ I scream at him ‘Fill me with your hot load’ He slams himself back into me one last time, and grunts. I feel him blow his hot load deep inside...me which makes me orgasm again. We dry ourselves off and i pull him into the bedroom. We climb into bed, laying down facing each other. He hold me tightly. One of his legs is laying over my lower one and i drape my upper leg over and around him. I run my fingers over his back sending shivers up his spine. We kiss gently but passionately for a while. I told her I had no idea. But I wasn’t even sure if that was true. My parents were concerned about me being on varsity and I had to convince them it wasn’t any different then me being a freshman cheerleader. I told them it would take the same amount of time and that it wouldn’t affect school. Of course they had no idea I was struggling with that already. We all had dinner together and then as a family went to the game. I couldn’t help wondering if Scott would be there. This time it was. Then a finger rubbed it until I thought I'd scream. Tears fell from under the blindfold. I was greatful to them for this pleasure! The need to cum was outstanding, but the denial of it was turning me on to no end! I was stuck in an orgasmic paradox! I moaned into the gag and squealed as loud as I could. Then all became quiet. I listened carefully to catch any sound around me, but the only thing I could hear was the motor of the vibrator in my ass. Suddenly, I felt. A lot. He started to turn toward his car. Officer… He looked at the mans badge. …Townsend? May I ask you a question? Go ahead. You wouldnt happen to know where my father is, would you? The man looked sad. No, Drake, Im sorry, I dont. He laid a hand on his shoulder, and then he left. Caught between a desire to laugh and a need to scream, he slowly pulled out onto the road. He watched his rear view mirror until the cruiser did a u-turn and disappeared. Then he smashed the gas pedal to the.