I tongue fucked him deep and he clenched his hole on my tongue which I am sure felt good to him and certainly for me. I cupped his large, smooth balls...and massaged them, reached around and could feel his cock throbbing.After a while, he turned around and I sucked his big pole down my throat greedily. He pumped hard and the head hitting my throat caused me to bob up and down harder. His balls were banging my chin and he pressed them against my chin and throat. I reached up and ran my hands. It was exciting to caress her hard, slick hide, so much different than skin. “What a lovely name.”“So is Sophia.” One set of hands squeezed my breasts as another rubbed at my sides. “As lovely as its owner.”I blushed. “Ooh, you are so nice, Sliyth.”Our lips met for another kiss as her fingers stroked at the folds of my pussy. I shuddered again, my hips undulating in delight. My pussy lips were parted, her long fingers probing into my depths. I shuddered, clenching down on her fingers. I moaned. It was often awkwardly performed, and the "acting" was sometimes atrocious.None of that seemed to matter. It was working. The message was coming through clearly: We needed to pull together and get this thing done. What Shiggie Nomura did in his off hours -- and with whom -- seemed progressively less important.Before August was over, almost every guy on the team had performed the pre-game "brotherhood ritual" with Shiggie. As a rookie, I was one of the last, but when Miguel Tejada and Melvin. Well, maybe it was OK for grown-ups and even teenagers, but not for eight-year-olds in the third grade. Valentine’s Day was supposed to be all about being in love and doing something for your sweetheart, but instead you had to give a card to everybody in class. You had to act like you liked everybody, when really you only liked some of them.Paul had made some friends since moving here in January. Sam and George were friends now, and it looked like maybe Takeo and Sally were going to be friends.