Except for men’s rugby. I was pissed. Stuart and Katherine didn’t care. I felt like crying when I saw that my team was in danger of being cut. I l...ved rugby. It’s tougher than football if you ask me. No need for stupid helmets or pads. Real men don’t need them. Of course, collegiate America didn’t care. And neither did Stuart and James. They didn’t even participate in the fundraiser which helped keep the men’s rugby team at the club sports level. Now you know why I hate them. It’s official. And. Michelle was now living her life to the full after being let down by her ex partner just wanted plenty of fun. And with me being able to come to London more often on business we knew that we would become a couple even if from a distance. After a few more drinks Michelle said that it was now time for some fun and took me to a club, She had found it when out with Michael and Annie, a place were everybody did they own thing and nobody batted an eyelid, after being showed to a leather corner sofa. As she held it up she realised it was attached to two ornate straps on either side. A necklace? It looked too big and bulky to fit comfortably around someone’s neck.Whatever it was, this was the Joy of Just-Ice, she finally held it in her hand! She grinned with excitement, and opened her mouth to make a silent cry of victory. With this she was going to-With a jerk, the bauble shot out of her hand and into her open mouth.‘Gurk!’ She made a strangled cry, cut off sharply by the artefact in her. .." I felt her pulling my labia into her mouth, then letting them slide out between her lips. My thighs trembled as she ate me. We both have boyfriends. She has talked about getting engaged to Camden for god's sake. But this thing with us, it's escalated and holy fuck she's down on me, diddling me with her mouth and I luuvvvvvv it.We started making out for the guys as a show for friends at parties after everyone was pretty drunk. The boys would chant for us (and a few of the girls). Phones.