Much swearing ensued and questioning of the quarterback’s ability to determine colors. We’re really getting into the game now.“Alright, what is...it you want me to do?” you say with a small scowl as we settle back down.“Masturbate.”“Fine,” you say with a sigh after a small start.“But you’re not allowed to cum until someone scores.”“You’re evil, but at the rate this game is going I won’t even be close to cumming by the time someone scores,” you respond, as you plant your feet on the edge of the. I no longer noticed the coach’s cum after it had been washed away by the perspiration of my naked body. My pussy was sore from Buster, the massive dildo, and my ass was feeling stretched beyond belief from the small anal plug that had been inserted there earlier. I could never have imagined being treated this way. The primary reason I kept this up was for my tuition, but now…it was something more. Now it’s a deep desire, a lust to get all my holes filled with cock and my body splattered with. Beverly suggested they hail a cab and head to Little Italy and Chinatown. During the cab ride, Scottie, always the rascal, put his hand between Beverly’s legs and began rubbing her pussy through her pants. Beverly began to mewl softly. Scottie kept up a banter with the driver to cover the sounds emanating from Beverly. Before they reached Little Italy, Beverly had two orgasms and had to stifle her normal screams.Departing the cab, Beverly said, “As much as I liked it, now I have to walk around. Second, the world of porn was fucking fake; fake, yes, but hot? Yes to that! Very fucking hot! Porn was hotter than hell! She knew it was all imagination, but it’s imagination that gets you off! Third, most men didn’t understand that simple fact. Fourth, men not only think with their dicks, they see the world through their dicks!Barbara Baker saw the change come over her daughter that year and had been prepared for when it happened. Off to the gynecologist they went, and just like that, little.