I don’t need any relationship-related drama to mess up my life. Right now, I focus on playing Soccer and going to school. I thought about sharing my...secret with James since he was such a cool guy. But I thought better of it. Many people say they’re not prejudiced and that they’re open-minded but sometimes, they are prejudiced, deep down. I have too much to lose. I still can’t believe I enrolled at Brutus College the year they started a Men’s Soccer team. Well, well. Looks like I came just in. I could smell her perfume and all on the bed lay stockings. The fates were being kind to me, but first I slipped to the window and watched to make sure the two ladies left the hotel. They climbed into a taxi and eaded off towards Oxford Street. I crossed to the bed and picked up the stockings. The excitement in me was almost tearing me apart; my stomach filled with butterflies as I quickly made sure the suites door was latched shut. Then I removed my shoes socks and trousers. The stockings. Then with a wet cloth, wipes between her legs capturing the last of both their cum which is spilling out of her. Finally, she stands before the mirror for a moment and admires her necklace being filled now. Then curiosity gets the better of her and she lifts up the makeup mirror and turns to see the back of her neck.She sees the bruise Donald has raised on the back of her neck and smiles happily. Donald has left a remembrance for her.When she returns to the bedroom she sees that all of their. "Yes, I believe you might," he murmured, moving closer behind her. She thought he might be kneeling just behind her, feeling his hands brush her calves. "But I'm not completely and totally sure of that, my lovely Julie, so I want to give you something. I want you to sit back now, slowly." She felt his hands at her waist, steadying her descent as she slowly rocked backwards, until she felt it. It was cold and hard and wet and it was at the entrance of her pussy, and she froze in sudden fear..