It was Martinez. I answered it abruptly, figuring he had some update on the case. We were expecting the DNA results from Melissa’s rape kit and the ...rime scene.“Yeah?” I said into the handset, staring at the entrance of the yoga studio.“Dude, you got a problem,” said Martinez, sounding extremely agitated. “Jimmy, the computer tech, he picked up a call from Marcel to your wife a little while ago. They’re going to a hotel to fuck. You need to do something.”“Are you sure?” I asked, feeling my. I shot a big grin to the principal, and just said “one lucky white boi” I was pissed as fuck. It was what the student handbook said, but fuck, prolly half the team had hair down to their shoulders. I went to my next class and struggled through. The hair issue, and possibly a bunch of girls following me around now in hopes of some big jock cock was filling up my mind. School finally out now for the day, I head for the field house. I barely got in and stripped down, and got on a bench when one. “Yeah, a little,” Don replied, his voice slurring. Erica knew he that wasn’t true from Janice’s complaints but it didn’t hurt to boost his ego at bit.“You look great. That’s good, you took your socks off. Men look silly standing around in their socks. Did you know the costume comes complete with antique socks? Well, antique looking, I guess.” Erica laid the suit out on the bed, then turned around with the long black socks in hand, complete with elastic straps to wrap around the upper calf to. He kissed me goodnight and went downstairs. I watched his lean lovely body as he left the room. Whenhe was in his home he prefered to be naked and that evening emerging from his house greeting his late night guests totally naked, his huge uncut cock swinging like a pendulm. I followed the pathway to where there was a small pond. It was modestly sized but one could swim in it. By the time I arrived on the scene everyone had shed his or her clothing and prowled around with ease. The women were.