The pitcher wound up. I admired his form even as Tami's tongue tried to squeeze into my pisshole.The cheerleaders started a chant, "Hey, battah, batta..., battah..."The pitcher brought his arm back, then over the top and fired. I saw the snap of his wrist, a curve ball. The ball rocketed toward the Lake batter, then trailed down and out..."Battah, battah, SWING!"The Lake batter swung. I heard the crack of contact between the aluminum bat and the ball. The ball shot forward, straight at...I woke. She then told him, "It's nothing to be ashamed about; millions of guys do it."Damon frowned and then looked into his teacher's eyes to see if she was serious. When he saw that she was, he asked, "Really?" Nothing wrong with it, is there? I guess you were fantasizing hah?"He nodded, them murmured, "Uh huh. Yeah." You do that a lot?" Sometimes." Do you ever do the real thing?" Her heart was racing now, knowing that she was about to cross a line. "Have you ever sucked a girl's pussy, Damon?" she. The Doctor in particular felt it was particularly appropriate to pick this visit to explore with me the wonders of puberty and growth spurts and hormones and emotions. I endured an x-ray, blood tests and I did finally get to pee in a cup for someone, as I knew I would.I had a provisional clean bill of health. But mom informed me in her best Dr. Mom impression, that if any problems showed up when the tests came back, we would be heading back, and in the meantime she was keeping a close eye on. Bare legs, with well-turned calves, were supported on simple two inch heels. She certainly had it, but she wasn't flaunting it.Yet who was she, this mysterious stranger? I had never seen her before, of that I could swear, but there were many of her supposed group that I had never met. The supposed group to which I refer was the mostly lovely and mostly pliant membership of Kappa Whatever, our sister on-campus sorority. My fraternity had since long before my matriculation shared with the Kappas.