I looked down to see a red-haired head bobbing up and down on my manhood.“You know,” I managed to gasp, “that’s a very good way to get an earl... breakfast.”The bobbing stopped for a second as she said, “Good, I’m feeling a little peckish, and I’m told it’s a very good source of protein.”She returned to her task.It was only a couple of seconds before I felt a familiar tightening.“Cal, I’m about to...” was as far as I got before she started swallowing as the first spurt hit the back of her. The girls came over to the table. Charlotte sat opposite me, while Molly sat to my right with Mark to my left, and we introduced them to a few drinking games, including the old university favourite, 'Ring of Fire'. As always, we had a few forfeit cards and a few cards left for the ‘make a rule’ feature of the game. With the game well under way and the girls getting ever more giggly, Molly drew a ‘make a rule’ card. After discussing it through with her partner in crime, Charlotte, they decided. Of course, with traffic delays and an absence of parking spaces, their arrival into the arena was almost an hour after the competition had begun. Greg had already completed the first of his events, and was in line for the second rotation. One look at the scoreboard showed that he had bested the first event by more than a point over his nearest competitor. They found some seats toward the top of the stands and settled in for a long day. By the completion of the fourth rotation, Greg had the. 'Thank you for having me Miz Martin', Betty purred into the front of the car, her accent giving her away as American. I guessed she was mid-thirties but really could have been twenties or forties, she was one of these sort of timeless people.Panicked I just about managed to spit out a ‘hi’ as her beautiful scent enveloped me. I don't think she heard it, probably wondering why the small British guy next to her was squeaking. The interior lights in the car went off as we pulled away from the.