Mr. Sprig, I had learned, was an accountant one year shy of retirement. We would make small talk but he was more interested in his paper so it only la...ted a few minutes. When the doors to the train shut, the seat in front of me was still empty and it felt a bit strange not having the old man in front of me. Like most things in life, people tend to stick to their habits and this happens on trains, too. To my left sat an elderly woman, who took care of a child while its parents worked. Next to. All the nicknames parade through my mind like a chorus line in a strip joint. I'm a guy. Say what you want about psychology, about Oedipus complexes or whatever, we're designed by GOD to love TITS! You sit up straight as you cycle up and down on my rod, and hold my hands even tighter to your breasts. You're too far gone now to make articulate sounds, no more "Fuck me! Fuck my cunt! Fuck my pussy!", no more demands that I pound you harder, or shoot my load into you, now you just scream as if. The Cougars, knowing weeks ago they were in the bowl, had played on Wednesday and were fresh.A lot of people having tickets for the Halloween Bowl didn't even show up for our game. They missed a hell of a contest.The Cougars won the coin toss and elected to receive. Bart Hayes, the running back being courted by every college in the country, caught the kickoff and ran it all the way to our eight yard line before I brought him down.With first down and eight yards to go, ten seconds into the game,. God how she loved his cock! She didn't care what her parents had said about sex, she had had a taste of it, and she definitely wanted more. She had read a few things on the internet that sounded interesting, and she was anxious to try them with Johnny, not to mention a few things she wouldn't mind trying with Shayna. As she masturbated, a moan from the other bed surprised her. She had thought her sister was sleeping, but instead it seemed that not only was the other girl awake, she was.