Yummmmmy.'The three of us ended up at 'Crobar' that night, a hot, 'in' local club that was filled to its rafters with horny college kids. Mandy, tired... left early and Crystal and I ended up drunk in Dartmouth South, a wing of our hotel populated by boys from that august school and unofficially renamed in its honor.I can't claim to remember much of the night, and woke up in bed with two good looking juniors. But through the throbbing of a wicked headache I realized we all still had our underwear. " No, I can't. Not while we're... Ung... Yes, harder. Fuck me harder!" Peter stopped moving though, and Marion cried out in frustration. "Why'd you stop?" Not until you say his name," Peter said in a tone that David knew meant business.David watched, as Peter reached between them, and assumed he was going to play with her clit, but his mom didn't react."I don't know why you want me to. It is wrong! That's too close to i****t. I won't--Ahhhh!" Peter must have finally touched her clit, but then. The girl said. You approach any guy and they say what they want to do to you. If you agree then you do it. If you don't, they drop a pool ball into the bag. Simple. Sue approached the first guy and asked him what he wanted. I want to fuck you in the ass. No Sue stated quickly so the guy walked over and dropped a ball into the bag. Suddenly the situation dawned on her as the bag got heavier it pulled her right nipple down and her left nipple up. The next 3 guys all wanted to fuck her in the ass. They allstarted readying to leave, but I talked them out of itusing the second game of the double header as a teaser.I shared, “Hey, there’s still a lot of beer for youguys to drink up. Besides, Sarah doesn’t like beingalone, especially during thunderstorms.”Sarah heartily agreed, mentioning, “Yeah and I’ve got afew treats for you guys in-between innings.”I had a pretty good idea of the kind of treat she hadin mind for my pals and wondered how.