He grabbed his jersey and went out the door. I pulled my jersey over my head and went out too.As I went out the door, I heard some one ask, “Who was...that big dick kid?” Someone told him that was Ben Bolden, brother of Vince Bolden.“Shit, that was Big Ben as far as I’m concerned,” someone else said, and everyone laughed.I caught up with Ben and he was still blushing, I told him what I had heard as I was leaving the dressing room, this made him loosen up and laugh. “Just wait until they get a. Jane continued to moan, at the same time constricting Tom's thick cock with her small fingers as she slowly stroked up and down, clenching her hand as much as possible when she reached the base and slightly rotating her hand at the head of Tom's cock, eliciting an excited groan from him each time she did so. Tom continued to lick the bottom of her foot, cleaning all traces of his sperm that he could find. He was out of his mind as Jane's sweaty nylon foot scent and taste were driving him crazy. " These are the messages that started to burn a hole in my heart. Maybe they were just memories, but maybe they weren't. One day, he sent her a message bright and early saying "Morning gorgeous. How about you let me see what panties you're rockin' today. LMAO!" To my dismay she replied within 5 minutes with "I told you I'm not giving you any pictures you pervert....but they are green lace thongs." He replied with "You damn tease! Does Victor makes that ass bounce like I used to?" "He tries." My. I didn't really need to answer. "Okay," she popped it in, "as good a recommendation as any." She was right on all counts. The tape did need to be rewound."Okay now. One promise from you. I'm leaving if you don't cheer up. This is supposed to be quality girlfriend time. If you're going to put on your dreary uniform and salute Major Mope all evening... well, so long, it's been good to know you." Well, gee, thanks for the commiseration," I snapped back."Oh, please, Denise. If you'd just gotten.