"Now Joe here is a lousy player as well as a freshman, neither of those things are his fault, exactly. He knows that. He can't dribble worth a darn, d...esn't know how to pass, is awful on defense, falls over his own feet. But I want to try him on the varsity for at least one game, maybe two, and I want you guys to help me teach hm how to play. Understand? Keep him out of trouble, He doesn't even know the rules, double-dribbles all the time." But he's a freshman. Is that legal?" one boy asked."I. I could see her fingers playing at her pussy opening. As my cock got to its full length and hardness I was able to bend it down towards my ass and push it to the opening of my ass. I couldn’t get it to go in but rubbing it all around the area got her going even more. Her fingers dove deep into her pussy and then brought that pussy juice straight to her waiting drooling mouth several times while her other hand was constantly playing with her tits and nipples. I could see from her motions that. So Bern is watching his own cock cum, which I admit is worth watching, and he sees me blasting cum all over the fucking hillside, and he gives me this happy smile and says, How come you picked me? Huh? Turns out he's some kind of sociology major or something and he's fascinated about why white guys cruise black guys, and he tells me the white guys usually wait to be hit on, but I was obviously not from around there cuz I didn't know this and I made the first move to him. Well. I sure didn't see. Sadly, he won’t leave me.’ I said, completely ignoring his previous hint that he just may be interested in ME. ‘Oooh, I see… Well, maybe they could be perfect for each other. Maybe they just need a little push, or at least a chance to be alone.’ ‘What’s that supposed to mean?’ I questioned. ‘You’ll figure it out eventually… tonight.’ He left me hanging by a thread. Even if he would have told me, he would have no time to explain. Everyone else was arriving and class had started so we were then.