"Talk to me girl." He panted. "Tell me how you like it." That's so good Mr. Groves," she gasped. "Please fuck me good."He stopped suddenly and looked ...own at her. "Yes you need to be fucked good don't you." He grinned down at her and then climbed off the bed. "I'll be right back." He whispered.She could hear him rummaging around in her room but couldn't get her head up enough to see what he was doing.He came back a moment later muttering to himself. "I'll need to pay a visit to that sex shop I. That’s when she moved the basketball from her left to right hand quickly, then burst forward, laying it up at the rim. Wow… She was good. Denise. Denise White was her name. That was the jersey I wore as well, as big a fan as I was. After some more eye balling of her, I was saddened to go home knowing she and the Knicks had lost. I sighed, walking out of the stadium. I needed something after all that eye balling of her. So, as all men do, they go to the nearest bar. Well, at least in my day. A few times he had gotten so worked up that he moaned aloud, though he was sure that she hadn't noticed, even though both of their windows were open.After his cum was totally spent and he began to catch his breath, he would inevitably fall back into the chair and feel disgusted and ashamed with himself. Megan was so sweet and innocent. He'd always admonish himself with questions such as 'What the fuck am I thinking?' He would feel sickened that he was jerking off while watching his own. Yes, he said, me too but I can’t see your cock doing it to me.Let me have a go with you. OK, I said and got on the bed on all fours, offering my ass to him. I shall have to use more Vaseline he said, since my cock is bigger than yours. He pulled a dollop of Vaseline on his finger and slipped it into my ass – my first time getting something up me. That’s strange but nice I said. You’re tight he said – I shall have to put a couple of fingers in. He slipped a second finger in which hurt a bit..