It’s not Jerri… as I smell Trina’s perfume. …. I feel Trina taking my hands and placing them on her firm tits, and moving them all around. I f...el Jerri’s small hands feeling my balls and cock as it goes in and out of Trina. Next I feel a warm wet pussy surrounding my face. It has to be Jerri. She starts rocking on my lips. I feel her pubic hair on my face and taste her pussy. My tongue feels her clit moving back and forth on it. I hear a lot of heavy breathing and tiny moans.….. I have to cum…. His eyes found hers.. lost.. confused.. wanting.. then his heart skipped a beat as he realized she was looking past all of the commotion.. and straight at him. The noisemaker was her date.. but she wouldn’t be going home with him.. not tonight. Stepping back in time, Jake felt himself slide from his bar stool. He knew the feeling. Long unfamiliar and distant. Rising from some deep dark place inside his ancient body. As if his heart had been waiting for his mind. The urge. The instinct. The. She worked herself up and down his cock, hoping that it would drive her to a release. History argued against it since she had never had release from sex with a partner, usually having to settle for her own hand to bring herself off.She changed her movements to small circular rolls of her hips. That hit the right spot and her climax rushed over her, surprising them both. For her, she had been frustrated as she tried to push herself over the edge. Then, in space of two seconds, it seemed that all. It was about three hours before the game, so he had roughly an hour to practice on his own before the others started showing up.Mark heard a deep voice that could only belong to Coach S., “Look at who is the first one here. You are making a habit of this, Mark.”“Trying to, Coach. I’m still not happy with my jump shot,” Mark replied.Instantly Coach S. fired back, “There’s a lot more to the game than a jump shot, son.”“Yeah, I know, Coach, but I think that it’s my biggest weakness,” Mark.