"Robbie retorted, "I wish you were at least playing with the Missiles. I'm going to miss watching you score beautiful goals and set up awesome plays. ...ou were the best player on the team."Dave was about to reply when Rebecca came into the room. She shooed the two boys from the room. They were sticking their tongues out at their sister as they left. Dave simply nodded hello as she walked into the room - she looked gorgeous in a green skirt and a light green spaghetti strap top. She hugged her. He was panting as her tongue worked the sensitive underside just below the head.She was squeezing the base of his penis and pulling up as though she was trying to milk the cum from him and he knew he was going to blow soon. Her mouth slid down again and he felt the spongy head hit the back of her throat."Baby," he groaned hoarsely, "I'm going to cum in your mouth."Her thumb massaged the skin between his anus and his sac and his hips rocked wildly. She found the slight indentation halfway. He must be somewhere. Walking from room to room does no good. There are too many people. I spot the drinks tub and pull out a beer. I almost scull the beer hoping that the drink will calm me down. After a few drinks, I’m feeling free and relaxed. I walk over to the dance floor, or what I think is the dance floor. I find a space and begin to dance. I tune out my surroundings and tune into the music allowing it to connect to my soul. The thud, thud, thud of the base and the rhythm are taking me. Professor Needling put his arm around her waist, guiding her through the busy crowd of convention goers. They were moving towards the sign-in desk. His hand slid downward. It stopped at her ass. Carla let it rest there. It was the least she could do. She had already done everything she could to get him to take her to the convention. She had written papers, done research, sat in the front row of his class, not wearing panties of course, and crossed and uncrossed her legs to give him a good view.