She was happy tat she cud push me aside. She put 3 goals on me, I was struggling hard 2 make it tie(i purposely did) d ball was near her post. I was a...t 2 hit it. Bt she pushed me onto d sofa. She moved d ball 2 my side. I got up n caught her frm behind. My cock was at 90*. I puled her back n I got d ball she pulled my legs frm down. I fell der flat. I pulled her legs also wile she moved, she fell on me. My god, her soft tits directly on my face. I wanted 2 bite it, byb d time she was dragging. Dark red. Not unlike the color that was still persisting in her cheeks.She cleared her throat softly, muttered ‘Victoria’ under her breath, and she was gone. Casey punched me in the arm so hard I had a bruise for three days.--The next time I saw her outside of classes was at some boozer Casey dragged me to a few weeks later. I had to admit, she looked fine as hell. Perfectly painted face, her dark makeup contrasting with the lightness of her skin, the cat’s eye design of her eyeliner drawing. Both couples had found themselves kissing soon after the weed was smoked. Cary found kissing a strange guy very erotic. They moved slowly, langorous from the weed, caresssing each other with their lips. She felt wicked when she let him feel her breasts and then unbutton her blouse. She was startled by the strength of her response when she felt his hand on her bare breast inside her blouse. That was nothing though, compared to when she looked over at Ann a couple of minutes later and saw that. They woke him several more times, but he couldn't remain lucid for more than a few seconds. He stared, gape-mouthed at the clock as they fucked him, unable to make sense of the numbers, awake but absent. Neither Brad, nor piggy, but something more base. A vessel. A wounded, horny vessel. You're a broken-minded slave Sir's voice echoed in his head. That wasn't so bad was it? There were worse things to be. More painful, more miserable things.He jerked awake suddenly at the sensation of a hand.