But the last game was limboing. Know I knew what she meant by kissing the eggs out of her pussy. The bar started at waste night for me so everyone was...getting under it. As it got lower the men fell out the game. Leaving about 15 left in. As it got lower this young blonde girl had hitch up her dress. Mrs C wasn’t the only woman here with no knickers on. As she went under you got a very clear view of her shaved pussy. It was a few more drops of the bar before Mrs C need to move her dress. Most. I already knew what the problem was---dirt poor. Rather than embarrass him n front of the others, I motioned for him to follow me outside, and we took a seat on the bleachers. “So what's up, Maurice ?.” “Shit Matthew, you know what the problem is---my parents don't have no money. And it's not just the jock—still gotta get a cup, socks, and cleats”. I looked down at his feet—even the sneaks he was wearing were ragged out. “So dude—you try out—you make the team, probably first string, and you. When you release my face I stiffly get up and nose to nose look into your eyes and say, that was just a prelude...from the ladies point of view after:I look down and can see my juices glistening on your lips. You look a mess so I dip my head down closer to yours and ever so gently clean my honey that you let spill outside your mouth. You look up at me..close your eyes as my tongue slicks over your upper lip, lingers a pit in the corner and then slicks back across the lower lip. It is my. To anyone walking by it would appear quite normal but on my end I had a full look of his bulge framed against the cubical wall."Ahh tony there you are!" Jim had finally spotted him and shuffled quickly over. He was a small man. Very round and pink with thick coke bottle glasses. His hair, or what was left of it, always askew in a Donald Trump like manner. "Tony I've been looking everywhere for you! Its about the deal with parkingsons and co. It came through! I need you to contact the owner.