He was trying to throw me on the bed by my hair. I threw myself on the bed to lessen the pain. He forced me on my back and pulled me by the hair until...my head hung over the edge of the bed. The camera man zoomed in on my boner, which was fading fast with the pain in my scalp.He stepped forward and straddled my head. His shaved balls hanging down 3 inches below his cock. He lowered them to my lips as I kissed his left one and then his right. I brought my hand up and gently worked his hot nuts. After every game, there were panting boys waiting for her at the dressing room door and few weeks passed that she did not have her pick of youngsters hoping to die between her legs. Most of her fortunate choices, in fact did just that, some of the luckier boys more than once.With Brad graduated, Vixen had no regular studentbody lover as she began her second year of college. Eager Jim Victor was still around, but was barely adequate although he was learning and improving with weekly lessons that. . I don’t know exactly how to say it, but it heightened my senses, made me feel more in touch with my senses. The soft crunch of the sand under our shoes, the reflection of the moon out on the ocean, the salty smell of the waves breaking ... Romantic? Yeah, I guess so.Whatever, the semi-dark was a good excuse to continue holding hands so we wouldn’t get separated. I was tempted to try for some making out, but an arguing couple suddenly loomed out of the shadows, and totally broke the mood of. ”“Oh no.” I said. “I am not showering this 21 year old punk .”“You have to do something.” She said.“Then call 911 if you want,” I said. “But he’s just drunk and got sc****d up.”“You don’t know that for sure,” she told me, glaring at me.I just shrugged and went back into the bedroom. A few minutes later, I saw her come walking into the room, with Robby hanging on her shoulder. The weight of him on her had pulled the nightgown tight enough so that one of the buttons had popped open. She kept half.