Bodies crashed into each other with no mercy. The Mavericks had to try and uphold their reputation and the Wilddogs wanted to beat the number one team...in the nation. ‘Gannon drops back, it looks like a pass!’ The TV announcer yelled with excitement in his voice. ‘He’s looking deep to Jim Manson sprinting down the far sideline, he throws deep!’ The announcer screamed. ‘Complete! The Mavericks win! The Mavericks win! The Mavericks win!’ He yelled out as the thousands in the stadium screamed out. I entered the room, it was a sparsely decorated bedroom, with a queen bed and a dresser. I quickly stripped off my clothes, and returned to the living room. She was back, and had stripped as well. She was sitting on the couch, chatting on her phone... she crooked her finger and beckoned me to her. I walked up to the couch, she leaned back and spread her legs and the implication was clear, I quickly kneeled and started slowly licking her pussy.. she kept up her conversation although her pussy. Spending most of my time in between studying, I pretty much was in nonstop party mode.My roommate's name was Jason and we got along immediately after we met. He was a swimmer in High School like me and was the total surfbro type even down to looks with his shaggy blond hair. People constantly teased him about it and referred to him as "Spicoli" due to his resemblance to the famous character from "Fast Times at Ridgemont High". His body had been refined from years of surfing & swimming and his. .but after a few beers she loosened up. We joked about the people of AZ, since we were both from the east coast, among other things. At around 11 we left and headed to her house. It was a beautiful 2 story house in a gated community, with nice lawn furniture and a neat little rock garden. The inside was even more beautiful. There was front room, then a kitchen with stainless steel appliances and granite counters. The living room had nice leather furniture and a 70in flat screen. She asked me.