"You're right," I agreed, "Ireally can't."Marilyn grinned. "Good! I just had a brainstorm!" She lowered her voiceto a whisper. "This is what we're goi...g to do," she said, as shedivulged her plan.John grunted when he saw me. "I didn't think you'd show," he declared,"especially here, in the men's locker room." I said I would, didn't I?" That's what Woody said you'd said," the quarterback admitted, "but he'sknown for his practical jokes."Woody was Woody Haddock. Unlike John, Woody was a decent. I bobbed my head up and down on his cock, slurping away. I worked my head up and down on his hard cock while he let out a moan and told me how good it felt. I was really enjoying this. He put his hands on my head and began fucking my face. I moaned and whimpered while he shoved his cock down my throat. After barely 2 minutes, he said, “oh god, here it comes”, as he pulled my face tight on his cock. I felt his first shot squirt into the back of my throat. I swallowed and kept sucking as he let. I didn't say when I heard the conversations of her praising him to Dad, but it was hugely turning me on. I could tell, she had huge desires for him, and that she was excited to submit to his orders. Whenever he banned her from something, or told her to do something, she did it. In essence, if he said "Jump", she said "How high?" She always seemed more excited when she was due to see him, too. I told nobody about the video clip I'd seen. I couldn't even be sure it was her on there, but I was. The image of her above me, her nicely sized tits just filling my hands, was still with me as we gathered our clothes together from where they had been thrown. Her clothes were back on, and she was focused on getting some odds and ends back in her pack, but there was a secret smile on her face, still a gleam in her green eyes, looking down demurely as I took the picture. . . That coy expression belied the passion that had seethed across that forest floor just twenty minutes before.So it came to.