D.E.C.U. (FORMERLY ROBERTS) STADIUM NOVEMBER 1949 ‘The State High School Football Championship game was being played on the campus of the University...of Houston in what was once Robertson Stadium,’ Dad began, ‘We had just finished handing Conroe High School their ass, beating them thirty-three to seven. Your mother and I were at my pick-up truck getting ready head back home when this redneck asshole wearing a Conroe High School tee-shirt came up behind me talking shit.’ ‘Who was it,’ I asked. He was swimming now in the latex knickers. The scotch, though it had been excellent, was now making him sweat, this conversation was making him sweat, and the fantastic, delicious appearance of Mayhem herself was making him sweat. He felt almost ready to faint from heat, stress, and simple, unrelieved lust. The music had changed to a current rock tune, and he refrained from picking up the pace. He noticed that while Mayhem's stilletto heeled boots were definitely not made for dancing, she. You know, have a conversation? Be sociable?”“You didn’t ask me what other languages I speak, just if I spoke them.”Callie snorted. “Are you always so literal?”I smiled. “Are you always so grammatically imprecise?”I felt Callie’s eyes on me, studying me.Out of left field, she said, “You have a great smile, Lightfoot. You should smile more often. So, what other languages do you know?”Playing with her, I answered, “Pretty much every one spoken on the planet.”“You’re kidding! Really?”I nodded,. What made me not go off on her again was that she was leaning down with her lips closed just under the crown of his dick as it spurted out cum. When he got to dribbles she quickly licked his juices off his dick.She jumped when I came up behind her and caused her clit to be back right in front of his mouth.I got Bart’s attention and said, “Take a deep breath and blow very slowly right down over her clit.”While he had seen her bald pussy, who knows how many hundreds of times, he had no clue what.