I did -- writing my name across the big ball in large, grandiose script.I signed it "Bobby Crandall." The "Bobby" was a first for me. The last person ...o call me Bobby -- before Patti Wyman, had been my Mother. I was maybe four years old at the time.Patti looked at her softball and gave me The Smile again.Providence was kind to me, and there was only one more autograph-seeker in line behind her. I signed the kid's scorecard and turned back to Patti. "What are you going to do this summer?" I. At the fraternity party, I am buzzing from my rum shots and we are playing Fuck, Marry, or Kill. It is my turn. With inhibitions lowered, I blurt out, "Fuck, marry, or kill Krusty the Clown, Bozo, or Pennywise." Everyone pauses then laughs saying I have had too much to drink. No one answers my question. Just so you know, I would fuck Pennywise, marry Bozo, and kill Krusty. But no one wants to know my answer. I proceed to get trashed, feeling very alone.I wake up in my dorm room, still wearing. I grabbed Priya’s hand and dragged her down. The contact between our naked skin was electrifying. Our hands ran over each other’s naked bodies discovering new textures and contours. I ran my hand through her sparsely haired pussy and I could feel the wetness. I gently stroked her clit while fingering her warm, sticky hole. I inserted my finger and could feel the hymen. It is time to transform Priya from a girl to a woman. I took my swollen cock and placed it at the entrance of her love. She got so excited that she started fucking my mouth and as I was gagging on her cock, she said "You must love this, cause your cock is freaking hard!!!"I don't even know how long she fucked my mouth but all of a sudden she stopped and grabbed a condom and put on her cock saying "Make sure you make it very wet, otherwise it's gonna hurt your ass!", and again, her cock was fucking my mouth. Of course I could make her stop and just leave the room but at that point I noticed I was enjoying what.