He liked to call himself ‘Primetime’ after some old football player by the name of Dion Sanders or somebody. Pardon my French, but it was so fucki...g annoying to walk around the school and hear everybody call Marcus “Priiiiimetime”, exaggerating and emphasizing the word every single time. It was just my luck that I had multiple classes with him every year, and senior year was brutal. In class, he would prattle on about his conquests and brag about his ability to pull just about any girl. Marcus. We all squeezed back into the small cubical and I began to wonder if the cock photo was one of these three guys. The booze I was consuming was making me woozy. ‘Have you eaten yet’, to which I replied that I had not. ‘Well we have a table at the ‘Toby Carvery Lauriston Farm’, out by Silverknownes’, another of the men replied, ‘do you know it’, he continued? ‘I know of Silverknownes’, I replied a little slurred, my past exploits had led me there on a number of occasions, which I did not mention.. Apparently, the last girl squirted all over him. Now he had his dick out of his boxers. He had the poor girl touching her toes as he questioned her. His dick was between her legs and he was massaging it along her folds. She was in her mid-20s and claimed she was there to make her boyfriend jealous. He couldn’t afford the club dues, so he wasn’t there.The rest of the show went about the same. There was another girl I wanted. She was what I would call a unicorn, something so rare it doesn’t. They pulled, hard. Barb's bra was gone, and Ashley fell backwards into the mud. Barb was still standing, and she was holding Ashley's bra. They were topless, in nine seconds.They were breathing fire, as they paced in the mud, waiting for the minute between rounds to end. Barb's bottoms had ties at the hip. Ashley tried to get behind Barb and pull at her ties. Barb kept turning, to face Ashley, but she was always a quarter turn short. Barb managed to grab the front of Ashley's suit and she.