The home team had been led by the five-foot-eleven-inch junior Anton Jones. The slender point guard ended the night with a triple double – 21 points... 11 steals, & 12 assists. The scouts loved him and he loved them. He was being looked at seriously by numerous Division One colleges and he had designs on the University of Kentucky. His parents were steadfast Apostolic Christians and told he would attend whatever school gave him the best scholarship. Secretly, they hope their son would make it big. "Maybe I can help with that." and she knelt in front of me and grasped the rigid shaft in her hand. Before I could object, which I wasn't going to anyway, she pulled the foreskin all the way back and started to lick my shaft, up and down; swirling her tongue on the little strap of skin on the underside of my head. I just leaned back and watched, and enjoyed.She bobbed her mouth over the helmet, sucking rhythmically, driving me mad.Then she stopped.She stood up. "My turn." she said, and hoisted. I place one pussy drenched finger in your mouth and watch as you hungrily suck it dry. I crawl between your legs, setting myself up for a long adventure. I kiss your labia and feel your body convulse in excitement. Your hips jut forward offering up your pink pie as if it were a gourmet meal. And a meal it is. My tongue parts your lips with ease. Lapping at your lips like a cat with catnip. My saliva and your juices mix allowing me to taste the finest wine man could ever partake in. My tongue. That ought to cut down my searching area considerably. Still, I walked the mall for nearly two hours before I found her.Once again, from across the crowded area of the food court, I saw Candice, hard at work behind the counter of a small burger and ice cream joint, in the process of serving up some hand-scooped ice cream to an impatient mother and her pair of unappreciative toddlers. Somewhere in the back grill area, a loud unpleasant female voice was bellowing at her to hurry up and attend to.