It was organized in 1951 at Washington, PA. Probably mostly Italians at that time period. It served as a transition league from tykes, or pewee, to th... up-coming high school. It was ages 13, and 14. I hadn't picked up on football yet, but actually started in baseball. Eventually becoming quite the jock himself, my lil bro, Dustin, would finish out high school with a 4 year winning streak at East High, as the picture, and become the winning-est HS baseball team in Texas history. So—anyways, back. You take a sip and offer me some, I take the glass and take a sip, and as I do you sit up a little in bed and the sheet falls down your body exposing you firm tanned breasts. I can’t help but look at your beautiful nipples, feeling my cock growing in my shorts and feeling your eyes watching as I cannot hide my arousal. You reach out and brush your hand over my hip and hook your finger into the top of my shorts, pulling them down over the top of swollen head of my ever hardening cock, and you. ” “Yeah we are,” Sarah replied looking at Emma with a grin. “I couldn’t help but notice Emma staring at your ass, Sarah,” I boldly declared. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Mark,” Emma claimed in denial, refusing to make eye contact with either of us. “Is that true, Emma? Were you checking out my ass?” Sarah asked. “Well…if I’m being honest, yeah,” Emma admitted. “Aaaw. That’s so sweet,” Sarah responded. “I didn’t know you were into girls, Emma,” Sarah said. “I’m not…I mean…I don’t. But the hormones ran strong and you could always get a huge erection. And when you finally shot off, you'd stare almost in awe at your own come as it splurted out of you into the sink, or toilet, or come rag. And remember how you felt afterwards? Remember feeling almost ashamed? Remember how anxiously you were to wipe away and flush the evidence? And if someone were to have caught you, the enormous embarrassment you were certain to feel?That kind of guilt is exactly what washed over me every.