Is his name Gary Benson?" I asked."No, his name is Carl Wentworth," one of the girls replied."Good thing I asked before I went in there and made a foo... of myself," I said. "Thanks."I stepped out of the way and let the girls pass and I headed out the door.Dee came home at 11:00 PM that night. She seemed quite sober considering how long she had been out. I wanted to rip into her about the way she acted toward me when she came into the bar but decided to wait until we were both completely sober.. Yet I felt my eyes glaze over as Tami said them. It was the sort of thing girls say at the beginning of a conversation that ends with, 'We can still be friends.'It was Wednesday, and I'd just gotten home from football practice. I'd come over to see Tami and take our usual walk."Sit down," she said, pointing at the sofa. As I did, she sat in the chair opposite.I mind raced. I tried to think if I'd done anything wrong. There was flirting with Darlene after football yesterday, but that couldn't be. The boyfriend asked his two friends if they saw it and what they thought. They confirmed that they had seen it and complimented her on how nice it was. The boyfriend concluded, as they’ve seen it there’s now no point in hiding it? Laura reluctantly agreed. She lifted up the back of her skirt and allowed her boyfriend to continue playing with her bum. After a little while Laura’s boyfriend whispered that her skirt was getting in the way of his enjoyment. Maybe she should take it off? The boys. He held still for a bit, like a gentle man – fortunately, as he was big! But soon he started rocking gently, gradually getting more and more of himself into me. His thick, wide helmet was relentless. He lay on top of me, resting on his elbows and buried his face into my neck and proceeded to phuk me slow. He grunted short, sharp, wam breaths into my neck as his cock pushed deeper and deeper into me. It was glorious. Then I hitched my knees slightly and angled my hips. He was able to get deeper.