We started comparing notes on the jocks telling who we thought are the hottest ones, who gives better head and who's butt was tighter and/or more fun ...o fuck.Apparently, we were both studs and well hung and very popular with the jocks who love to get fucked. The talk started getting us horny and we both admitted that the bedroom traffic had been almost non-existent since the spring session ended.As we talked and laughed and compared more stories, Colin opened a cabinet and grabbed a bottle of. “Tests are next week ... and a more improbable bunch signed up for testing I’ve never seen. Bill? You’re the only guy. There’s one Eighth grader, two Freshmen and a Junior that have what it takes ... the rest are ‘marginal.’ You know what ... the Eighth grader has already been accepted at Alabama and MIT ... full ride ... pending passing these tests.” He grinned, “now, that’s a Christmas present!”The lightbulb went on in Mina’s head. ‘Christmas Present!’ “Bill, I need to get home right. One of my hands drifts down your smooth leg and back up on the inside. My fingers rub your pussy lips, covering them with your juices. I slide one of them inside, and your silent gasps become suddenly less quiet.My finger moves in and out with the same rhythm as my tongue. Your body squirms in my grasp. Your soft moans leave the balcony, carried by the wind. Another finger, wet from your pussy, slides up your butt, and runs up and down your asshole. You are lost in bliss, so I become bolder.I. I smiled back, after breaking my daze I greeted the other members and sat down. She was very formal today, unlike how she usually dressed, which was rather casual and young. She had a white blouse on and a black suit over it, with the usual pencil style black skirt too. Not the type of thing you would look twice at, but then it got better, she had stockings on, the type you could see right through and were great to touch, which lead all the way down to her feet, which were in the typical court.