Anyway, the joke was ‘How many black players will the Celtics fans tolerate on the court together?’ ‘Two at home, three on the road, and five if...the Celtics are losing.’”Dave laughed, “You know, I never thought about it, but Larry Bird, Kevin McHale, and Danny Ainge do get a lot of playing time. Add in Jerry Sichting, Greg Kite, Bill Walton, Scott Wedman, and Rick Carlisle, and that’s a pretty damn white team!”“Didn’t know you were a basketball fan, Dave. And to know the entire roster?” Julia. That was what sluts were for.My drool dribbled down my chin as I sucked and slurped. The muscles in his arm bulged as he fucked my mouth up and down his cock. I swirled my tongue about it, making him groan. His chest rose and fell as he sucked in breaths.“That’s it, my slutty little flower,” he growled. “Suck it. Make me feel so good. I had such a long day.”And he needed this. He needed a slut in his life to keep him happy.My hips wiggled. I sucked harder, moaning my enjoyment at being used. I. I needed to feel her… softly stroke and caress this heavenly body of the woman I loved and desired more than anything. I leaned down and kissed her soft wet lips tenderly as my hands ran up the curves of her hips, then gently fondling her pert breasts. I painted a trail of soft kisses down her neck and then wetly and passionately kissing her ear. I paused my kiss briefly to sweetly whisper with desire into her ear, “God baby, I love you”. My kisses and caresses slowly trailed down her body,. Hell, the last time she got some was like 2…’ Sam shut her mouth abruptly. ‘Anyway, what I am trying to say is that . . . um . . . these drinks are . . . getting cold?’ She looked at the two cups in her hand in confusion but she was more confused about what she just said. ‘Look, can you tell me how can I get a hold of her? I have to explain that it wasn’t like that.’ Lucas was pleading. His eyes were wide, searching for Sam’s better nature. Sam thought for a minute. The drinks really were.