"Classes at College Park didn't begin until after Labor Day, but football practice started in mid-August, even for the freshmen. He had less than a mo...th remaining, actually."It'll be fine," he said, unconcerned."How much do you weigh right now?"He grumbled, irritated now: "What difference does it make?" It makes a lot of difference," I pressed. "You're supposed to weigh two-hundred and twenty pounds to make the Special Teams requirements. How much do you weigh? Right now?"He glanced at me,. I helped escort my drunken bunk buddy back to his bed and just decided to lie down for the night myself. My muscles tight, I lie there in the pitch dark listening for any sound that might be a reaction to what Jason had witnessed. An hour or so later the cabin fell quiet but I still couldn’t sleep.Then I heard the door creep open, and the sounds of a guy clearing a space to crash. Not completely unexpected with the addition of Jason and our other buddy, but still an unwelcome thing to deal with. She sucked on me and ran her tongue slowly over and around my balls, alternating from one to the other. Just as I sensed that I wouldn’t be able to take this much longer, she slid her fingers down onto the base of my shaft and eased the head into her mouth. Using her other hand, she grabbed my thighs and pulled me closer. I slid her sweater up and slipped the hem of her mesh bra up over her fine breasts and felt her mouth and tongue increase their fervor as I began to stroke and massage her. The look wasn’t because they didn’t know the term. They did but Phil was offering an inside joke to his friend, Scott, who in English class in 10th grade had mentioned that a flautist sounded more like someone who had gas than someone who played a woodwind instrument. The look was because they couldn’t figure out why someone would walk up to group of people she obviously didn’t know and correct someone’s word choice.“He knows the word,” Lisa cut in. “It’s a joke between he and my husband. It.