I&hellip, I just&hellip, I dunno. I thought youd be here sooner. Im. Here. Now. He pushed down on my hips with each word for emphasis. I guess. He lea...ed in to make up the rest of the distance between us and kissed me. Despite how frustrated I was by him I couldnt help myself and found myself kissing back. Our tongues were in each others mouths and there was so much urgency in what we were doing. It was obvious that he wanted this just as much as I did. I could feel the hardness of his cock. . to make me cum again! Oh, fuck! Ohhh!" I cried as his fingers twisted and wriggled inside me. Now I knew what butter felt like–he was churning my pussy to a froth! I had dropped my chest down on the bed and thrust my ass high in the air for him, pushing back and humping his fingers like a cheap street tramp! I was moaning and clawing at the bed as I sought something to hang on to as my world crumbled around me.Just when I thought I couldn't take another second of this, he pulled his fingers. Hit the lockers.” I picked up my duffel bag and wiped the sweat off my face with a towel. As I went off the track to the lockers, I scanned the football field for my best friend Kenneth. I knew his number, 23, and found him doing drills. Momentarily, he looked up and made eye contact with me and smiled, before quickly turning back to his own practice. Back at the lockers, I quickly stripped and took a shower. Refreshed and clean, I started dressing back up in my street clothes. As I was putting. One of those debts that had dragged on so long I'd forgotten how it had arisen in the first place, it had been effectively written-off ages ago. Surely it was too much to expect repayment after all this time, wasn't it?Well actually no it wasn't. Thrusting a fistful of mullah into my grasp, Bobby muttered something about a yankee having come up on the horses, and with that he was gone, wishing me luck and, even stopping to ask why I was on crutches. Not that I needed a conversation, or for that.