" You don't have to tell me all this," Sally said, looking at the window shade with embarrassment all over her face."Sure I do. I want you to know wha... she did, because you're the one who's going to pick up the tab for her fun. You might as well know what you're paying for." Didn't she pay enough?" Hardly. When she was dead, I--. No, I'm getting ahead of the story. Let me tell you how it happened. She started to play with me, as I said. And she started to get bored with me. I knew she was. The water was amazing it felt so good wasn't too cold or warm , perfect . We make our way to the bar and as we are trying to get the bartenders attention a guy comes over with a tray full of shots who works there and he says "oh wow hello , you must of just arrived because I would of remembered you guys" but only looking at me . He says "take some shots with a true Jamaican " I agree and Dave says grabbed two and the man said "now you !!" To me , so I grabbed one and we all took a shot and Dave. Luckily, the girls slid my shorts back on. Coach Lambert was pissed."Look at him. He looks like he was in a car wreck. Do we sit him this week?" Coach, he is one of the toughest players I have ever seen," Becky said. "He took shots last night that would have killed most players. He has a very high pain tolerance, which is bad because he keeps playing. As a training staff, we let this young man down. I'm embarrassed to say we let him back in the game after that first play," Becky said. She. “They probably all wish they were joining the mile high club.”“You’re insane!” I cry, as he tosses the now useless pair of panties in the nearby trash can.“Horny,” he corrects with a cheeky grin and then kneels down in front of me, shoves my thighs open and proceeds to tightly grip my ass and yank me forward. “Now you just be quiet and enjoy it, okay?”“This is crazy…” I mutter. “…completely crazy…you need to just stop and…” my sentence is cut short as the touch of his tongue against my clit.