Aware of the video camera at the cashier's booth, they all pulled down the brims on their boonie hats and averted their faces to avoid being recognize... later if anyone viewed the videotape. Frank and Greg turned left. The other vehicle turned right. They'd switched to stolen license plates on the vehicles earlier. When Frank was certain he wasn't being following, he turned right and drove to the safe house they'd rented.Once in the garage with the garage door closed, Frank opened the trunk and. I felt him place a finger in me. "Does this hurt?" he inquired, a teasing quality to his voice. With the gown over my knees, I couldn't see his face at all and had no idea of what he had planned. "Oh, not at all, " I answered with just enough flirtation in my voice to keep him guessing. "How about this?" he asked, pulling his finger out halfway and slipping another in alongside it. I suppressed a moan. "That's fine, " I answered, and I could hear him chuckle - the arousal in my voice must have. "Now just lie there and let me fuck you!"I didn't have much choice, but it was beautiful, absolutely beautiful, in spite of what she'd said, she didn't fuck me, she made love to me, to my cock, she bent forward to kiss me, teasing my naked chest again by scraping her nipples across it.Her breath was warm, tasting of alcohol, her mouth wet, her tongue curious, her hips moved sensuously around in little circles in a way that I've only seen done by black girls disco dancing! She squeezed me and. That led to stories from our introduction four or five years ago to college football. Trevor told about J. T. Hill hoisting me by my collar and screaming at me during a freshman year practice when he thought I wasn't paying enough attention.The other guys had stories about episodes when they were starting out with their college teams. The other guys' experiences were much like those of my teammates. It reminded me of our similarities, even though we played for teams from all across the.