As it was, she really hurt me and in more ways than one.I’d beaten four other competitors before our fight and was wary of her by the time we got in...o the corral. Twenty of us were in the competition. We had to draw a number. One fought two; three fought four and so on. In the next round, the winner of the first fight fought the winner of the second and so on.In the third round, it got more interesting. With five of us left, the person who dispatched their previous two competitors the fastest. They peered from their sheltered place as Alan now knelt in front of Derek and soon was sucking his cock. Gareth looked astounded and called his own dad a faggot a queer and a worthless shit. Suddenly Ritchie grabbed Gareth by the shoulders and asked him, "Have you ever tried it!" when Gareth answered no he retorted by saying well don't knock it till you have tried it and don't like it.Gareth gulped as he asked, "Have you tried it!" and Ritchie answered yes and loved it so it has not bad. Turning my head, I looked at Clarissa. Same bookish look. Slighter figure. Claire’s hair was straight, long, and chestnut brown, Clarissa’s was red and curly, just like mine. Where mother had a rubenesque figure, daughter was taller, more willowy. Claire’s most prominent feature was her magnificent bust. Clarissa had not inherited her mothers breasts, or her mother’s penchant for conservative clothing, but I sensed that she had inherited Claire’s sensuality. She sat next to me in a snug tee. 'Or give you blow jobs in the shower.'Rich could only nod in affirmation. He loved how she could be so sweet and innocent but then fire a great come back at him.'You need to get up,' she said, knowing she had won this round. 'I'm going to take a shower.' Slipping out of bed, Penelope padded across the floor towards the bathroom. Rich watched her half naked body, thinking about how he could take her again even if he had only just cum.Reaching the bathroom door, she stopped and turned back to him.