I seriously doubted if I ever would again. Blondie was pissing me off big time. It was the way she kept sucking up to Martin that was driving me insan.... Touching him with her hands every moment she could get away with. I wondered how much longer he would put up with her. The heat was causing us all to sweat like pigs. My breasts were rubbing raw against my body, I constantly had to wipe underneath them with the bottom of my shirt. Martin’s shirt was totally soaked. I hoped he’d managed to grab. With my slowly softening cock still soaking in Mel’s pussy, my last thought, as I drifted off, was of the possibility of fucking Little Mel’s virgin ass in the near future.Little Mel’s Birthday III: She Gets It In The End It had been about a month since Little Mel had surprised me by greeting me at home wearing her old cheerleader’s uniform. It fit her just like it did when she was a 16-year-old high school cheerleader. We had pretended to go on a date after the high school football game. At. That is a word from a time when men had honor and standards. My name is Deb and in spite of your actions earlier, I’m very pleased to meet you.”She held out a hand and I took it shaking it gently.“My name is Mick and it is a pleasure to meet you.”Jason came back over and asked if I wanted anything. I looked at Deb.“Would you care for a drink?”“What are you having?” She answered with a question.“I was going to have an unsweetened iced tea, but now I am thinking I need something stiffer.”I waved. ” “Tracy? Really? I really didn’t expect you to call me.” “I wasn’t sure I would myself, I mean, I don’t know you all that well.” “Well, I’m sure glad you did!” “So, what happens now?” “Usually, the guy asks the girl out, at least that’s the way it typically goes, but then you called me, so?” “True, but I gave you no choice since you don’t have my telephone number. What would you like to do?” “Now that’s a loaded question!” “Down boy, let’s not get carried away!” “Okay, okay, but you.