It felt so nice and warm on my boobs and down to my pussy. I got so hot, I started to play with myself. Then he got hard again and right away I wanted...to suck him. I didn't care that he was still peeing. It didn't taste that bad and boy did he like me doing it." And then he fucked you?" Well it was more like me fucking him. I was on top and he just laid there as I moved up and down." Did it hurt? I remember my first time. Hurt like hell and there was some blood. The guy I was with really. She was gasping and she was also grinding with my fingers as my thrusts into her pussy were having their effect. I could feel her getting wetter, pre-cum dripping from her slit, until my head was yanked back by the hair, just like I did to her earlier. Now we were both on our back on the kitchen floor. We were soaked with the milk that spilled earlier. We came together, face to face, and rolled back and forth a little in a full body bear hug. It was clear where this was going. We were going. "You feeling okay?" Yeah, it's just the alcohol I think." You want to lay down to chill a little? Might not be a bad idea if you're not used to it." Well, okay, I guess." I took off my sneakers and laid on my back on his bed. But when I did, the room started spinning even more. "I don't feel so good," I told him."Don't think about it," he said. "Just relax." He put on some soft music which was kinda soothing and came over and sat on the edge of the bed. "Let me help you," he said, and put his. "Coach Pressley took his charges down to the training field as the others had and showed them the training equipment they would all learn to hate as much as the man, or woman next to him.Soon three fields buzzed with action with whistles blaring seemingly every few moments someplace. Balls flew through the air either hurled from a strong young arm or propelled from a foot. Linemen stood in 3 point stances versus a mirrored image waiting for a signal to stand and make contact with a counterpart.