Rhonda laughed all through one game when I told her how Lionel had thrown me in the air so I could dunk the ball in seventh grade. Lionel was six-eigh... now and was dunking the ball any time he was alone under the basket.On Valentine's Day, the varsity and JV teams were away, but our junior high team was at home and there was a dance after the game, before the high school dance in the evening. We'd never been to a dance together and we had a ball. Of course, I gave her a sappy valentine that. "Maybe if I put up my tent close to theirs we could get to know one another. Chances are at least one of them will take a liking to me, or maybe several. With some beer in my belly I'm sure I'll find the courage this time!" - I think to yourself. Fantasizing about how I'll sleep with every one of them, perhaps several at once each night. I feel a stiffness come on. It's not a problem, nobody can see it from here.I start touching yourself over my pants, drifting off into fantasy while I look at. Then she'd come back and get herself some fruit or something from her cooler. She didn't really feel all that hungry despite the energy she had expended in her morning's play.She crawled out of the sleeping bag and dug her terrycloth robe from her bag. She found the towel and her toiletries. She stood and debated getting dressed, it would be the prudent thing to do. "What the hell?" she thought, it still feels early and I'm only going to the shower. "Who's going to see me anyway?" She slipped. She was screaming like a madwoman as her body shivered under me. I held her tightly but there was no controlling her as she pushed herself back and forth, fucking herself on my cock while trembling with the spasms of her orgasm. Her wailing went up an octave as I unloaded blast after blast of myself into her. Our shared orgasm was a long one and it seemed that time stopped while we spasmed and shuddered against each other, holding on for dear life. Everything that I was, every memory, every.