Father Ed and Sister Elizabeth stopped by on most practice nights and a number of the other nuns had started to come around as well to see what the fu...s was all about. We had a fan club for the school's athletic department! The size of that fan club would surprise us all come game day.Somebody must have talked to the Alumnae Association.The game was to start at 7:00, and would be played at Catholic Central. Their court, home court advantage and all that stuff, but we had a good captain in. ”“The pleasure’s mine Bart.” Anderson carefully and discretely examined the glass, determining that, while it barely passed a cleanliness test, His need trumped any squeamishness on his part. He chuckled at the memory of some of the liquids that he had been forced to drink over the past six years. A little dirt surely wouldn’t kill him now. Pouring a healthy shot into the glass, he took a sip. The pleasure of drinking an excellent scotch whiskey was almost euphoric.A voice rudely interrupted. Again. Then I squeezed, and she gasped into our kiss. Squeezed harder. She lifted her chest, wanting more. I moved to her neck as she arched. I grasped her entire breast and caressed. “Ohhh, that feels wonderful,” she whispered. With that, I moved lower again and began to lick and kiss her breast. Not the nipple yet. She shifted, trying to place her nipple in my mouth. I teased, licked, kissed. Still no nipple. “Please suck on my nipple!” It was not so much a command as a moan with words. She. Slowly almost teasing me with her hips smoothly waving up and down as she came closer. I could smell the scent of her sweet perfume when she whispered in my ear,Well , Michael, are you just going to stare at me all night or are you going to do something about that bulge in your pants, leaving a wet trace from her soft tongue in my neck. I smiled at her and without saying a word I grabbed her wrist and took her upstairs to my room. In the elevator the Scandinavian tourists were the only thing.