I wasn't so sure, but she didn't seem to be in a mood for giving me a choice. When she got that determined look on her face, and her eyes changed colo... to steely-grey, hey, I wasn't about to dispute the point.So, what did this involve, one might ask. I did."It is a ceremony. An elaborate ritual. Think of it as analogous to the necessary preparation for playing your American board game of Monopoly. Before the play starts, you must lay out the board, shuffle the little yellow cardboard. My head shot up and the first thing I saw was Amber, her arms crossed and an annoyed expression on her face. Diane was right behind."You think Diane's pretty, right?" My girlfriend asked.I blinked rapidly, momentarily confused. As such, I didn't answer right away."You think she's fuckable?" Amber continued."Uh, well, yeah." Then FUCK her already! Damn!" Amber spat in frustration. "She's done nothing but bitch about her finals for the last two days. A girl needs to de-stress a bit, you know? And. Air finally began to flow back into my lungs again. I could not help gasping; my eyes flooded. Newly born out of my wicked mouth, his magnificent cock looked like a solid structural marvel; a towering monumentto lust. And I was proud of being the architect of such a gorgeous, strong erection. His loud groan said it all. He was happy. I was happy. His left hand was on top of my head and ordering me not to stop my service. He said “That’s it bitch, lube it good. You’ll need it”. I could only form. The cheerleaders did their routine asking the crowd, "Who's gonna win," and getting the answer "Bayside". Followed by several "We can't hear you" calls from the cheerleaders and even louder yells each time of "Bayside." Then the cheer team changed to "Who yells loudest?" For which the crowd knew the response to be, "Gulls Fans". A few exchanges of 'We can't hear you" and louder roars from the stands and when the crowd had screeched that last response the cheerleaders stepped aside. It was then.