I was startingto feel pain. Yet, he was still thrusting. Also I wasso horny and so turned on I could not make myselfstop. I was still thrusting agains... him and drivinghim ever deeper inside me. I began to notice he wasslowing down. He was still thrusting, but not ashard. Part of me wanted him out because he was toobig, but another part wanted to keep him thereforever. Finally he stopped thrusting and I knew thatwonderful orgasm was over for him. I wondered justhow much he had cum inside me and. “And what might that be?”I suggested that, as we were both soaked through, when we did get back, we’d probably just jump in the shower so does it matter if she peed her pants.Lisa stared at me I didn’t know if she was going to slap me, fortunately a faint smile played on her lips.“Your plan might work, with one small modification”With that she flung a leg over me and, facing me sat down on my lap, her faint smile turned into a grin.“Not so keen, now are you?”I told her she wouldn’t dare to. 30?' she asked. 'See you then.' And with the following message gave the details of my address. My heart was pounding like a love-struck teenager, eagerly anticipating Saturday's arrival and finally meeting the sexy Babs in the flesh!Saturday did eventually come around, and I awoke early after a fitful night's sleep. I showered and shaved my legs, gave my pubic region a trim, producing a nice little triangle of short, curly hairs above my cock. After drying myself off, I sat in front of my white. I didn't exactly set the world on fire but I managed to direct the offense and keep the game close enough that only a missed field goal at the end sealed another loss. Players were laughing and joking in the locker room after the loss. It had been a long time since I lost a football game I'd started. I wasn't sure if I ever had. It also wasn't something I wanted to get used to.The main difference between college and pro — outside of the talent level — was the lack of camaraderie in the NFL. We.