Standing watch, with toilet cleaner in hand, I know he has not seen me. He does not know that I am only a few feet from him while he gazes at his hims...lf, at his own arousal.“I’ve been rubbing at the tip all day thinking about you. About dipping my rounded head between your folds. Covering my length with the sweet wetness between your legs.”Enraptured I stare as his left hand rises, his thumb gliding over the swollen, reddened head of his penis. The moisture on the tip easing the movement,. Ironically, Randy had come up to the booth to beg her to at least talk to him again, and had left wondering why she was acting so strange. She'd told him to fuck himself, and had sort of hiccoughed on the word "fuck," since I had given her a particularly hard suck at that point. She came on my face and I had to clean up with some rather thin kleenex she had, to get the pussy smell off my face before I went to wood shop.She somehow got the keys to the chem lab, and we sucked and fucked the lunch. I pushed my plate away and retired to the study, then as night fell I went to the garden, I fancied I heard the colliery brass band playing but it was an illusion, they had played their last when the coal strike started and we had the instruments back to languish unused in the foreman office.I walked the unkempt gardens, one gardener now idled where six had formerly toiled, and in the moonlight I returned for my supper."Have warm milk sent up, I shall retire," I told Mrs Bridges and I went to. I went to the corner and repeatedly did some jump shots. Six for ten, not bad but this was from my favorite spot. We had Kenny set up posting for us so we could do lay-ups. I improved by sinking all of these easy shots.Coach asked what was wrong. Why was I acting kind of frantic shooting so much? I told him that I was having trouble shooting baskets consistently and was trying to work through the problem. He told me to relax and just enjoy playing the game. I sat on the sideline for a few.