"There was another possible romance developing. After his unexpected acceptance by the group of volleyball friends and family, Ryan had been appearing...regularly. The others could tell that his guilt over his involvement with Pat weighed heavily on him, but his need for friendship brought him out anyway.At first, there was no particular connection between Ryan and Sharon, and he was probably not even considering one. Apparently, Sharon was. Being as tall as she was, the pool of males reasonably. My dad was a very successful real-estate agent and my mom was a Mrs. Cleaver type so I was pampered and protected from the seamier side of life.But when I went away to college my protected privileged past only served to spur me on to experience things I'd never known before.I'm sure my mom would have a stroke if she knew what I was up to these days. The freedom of attending Arizona State College and being thousands of miles away from my folks is a heady experience indeed.So anyway, I attended. Jack. Jack! What bucket?" This bucket," said Jack. "Rinse it good." Jack?" Yes, Dear?" I want to go home." Can't ... not until the rescue." Jack. I want to go home ... NOW." Sultry..." Now, Jack. Make it happen. Now!"So, Jack went back to the bank. He said, "Manager, please," to the teller in the cage."What for?" It's personal."The teller was a local boy. He knew the manager was an important man. Too important for the likes of Jack."I can't just summon him on a whim. Why?" Like I said, it's. "Can you feel both cocks? Can you feel the one in your ass? Can you feel that big dick in your cunt?" Chris asked as my arousal grew forcing me to articulate what a little whore I was being."Oh god, yeah. I am so full of dick," I cried out. "Oh fuck me." I looked at Glenn as he continued to stroke in and out of me and asked, "Can you feel Chris's cock in my ass?"Rather than answer, Glenn just grunted and started to fuck me harder. Chris and Glenn soon fell into a natural rhythm of sorts. One.