Ruth is only five-two, so when he pulled her to him, his hard cock would have pressed almost between her breasts. If she had bent her head and stooped...slightly, she could have taken him in her mouth. But I could not see his cock because they were squashed tight together, kissing.My cock was a neglected pressure cooker left on full heat. I feared I might not cum but rupture. I gently rubbed it. Not too hard, just enough to alleviate some tension.On the bed , they kissed until Frank whispered to. I could sense my own juices flowing and mixing with the lube. I was ‘fucking slippery’. My love button was extremely swollen; more than I could ever remember. I wanted to cum so desperately, but held off. I was shaking again just before Pete’s fingers slipped inside my lips. My little bud was out of its sheath; it was super sensitive as Pete slid his fingers delicately over it. Sparks of excited nerves entered my tummy and up to my nipples.There was no hiding it now and Pete also knew it. He. I got nothing on the break, and he ran the table. I glanced over at the manager, who was grinning at me. “Sonny, you’ve just been hustled.”“I guess so.” I turned back to the frat boys. “I guess you’ve played before.”That set them both to laughing. “They’re the frat champions.” The manager pointed at a plaque on the wall. There were a number of small brass plates, one for each year, and the current winners were James Easton and Rubin Goldstein, Kappa Gamma Sigma.I shook my head. “You two are. She was a bit drunk and asked me again if she had become fat. I said, “Yeah, you have put a little bit of weight but not too much.”She held her tummy in her hands. She didn’t have a big tummy but a small amount of fat enough to hold with her fingers. She said that I was lying and she had put on a lot of weight. She also said it’s my Biryani that is making her fat. I laughed at her comments.She sat down, and after a few minutes, she said, “Probably I should start working out with you.” I thought.