'And about three months after that I came to Spain. And since then I've been careful about saying that word.' She turned towards me and cradled me in ...er arms. We lay like that for a long while and then moved on. Gentle bed is even better.I slept, and when I woke she wasn't there, but light was spilling under the door from the lounge. She was naked, curled in a chair, looking blankly at an infomercial for sixties hits, and spoke without looking round.'If it had been an accident, I mean just an. Oh God! Today's game day! What a nightmare! That's ten times worse. How on Earth am I going to be able to cheerlead in front of so many people when I can barely walk? Damn you, Alan! I'll bet you fucked my ass on game day on purpose, just to rub in your supposed superiority.Who does he think he is, anyways? He's got some kind of gall. He thinks he's all Mr. Hot Stuff, calling me all those mean things and treating me like a piece of meat. Making me beg and say all those humiliating things. Ha!. She looks either way up and down the trail, a sight line of about 200' either way, then reaches her hand between us and grasps the outline of my hard cock through my pants. Shortly after my hands migrate from her hips up her sides and belly reaching the undersides of her breasts.As she slowly strokes my through my jeans, I lift the weight of her breasts and squeeze the volume in my hand before my fingers make their way to her nipples. At this point I can tell her breath is increasing until it. "Shit!" he moaned and shot a huge load down my throat. It tasted so good! I licked his softening cock until i couldn't find another trace of cum and I fell back, panting from the experience. "Damn you fag, you're good." He started to pull up his shorts but i stopped him halfway. "Wait!" I exclaimed. "What?" he said, confused. "I need you inside me! I've been wanting this for so long, I just, I just.... I Just need you to be inside me!!" I screamed. "Alright alright, jeeze. If you want an.