I wrapped my fingers around it, thick and slickery. A large drop of come popped out of the tip. I touched his balls. I shook my head at myself. “Tha... was fun, Mike. What’s your email? Maybe we can do this again.” “Text me,” he said and he told me his number. I pulled up my shorts, feeling the damp from his come and thinking about stains. Mike walked away in the darkness. I stood for a minute, alone, feeling the humid air and smelling the grass. I repeated his phone number to myself, over and. The stadium is electric. I almost start crying—we were going to be either hero's tonight, or go home in shame, looking like fools for our challenge of the Tigers. A three year winning streak was nothing to take lightly, and in spite of our hard work, it would take a miracle to pull it off. We finish up the exercises and head for the sidelines. The announcer comes back--”Ladies and gentlemen would you please stand, for our National Anthem” Removing our helmets, and turning to face the flag, the. I was still cherry when I married Glenn, but I've yearned for some oral sex, too."Smiling, Betty said, "I'll try to see to it. Maybe he'll got for eating, if it's not with his wife. Men are funny."Linda stepped close to her, and Betty hung the dish-cloth on the rack. Her daughter said, "you're terrific, mom. I freaked out when we were kissing and feeling each other's tits, and I- thought-- I mean, I wondered if we couldn't do more."Betty lifted her arms and Linda came into them. Their bodies. .A big breast...A little shocked, he levered one eye open. At least part of the roaring in his head came from the fact that Scarlett O'Hara next to him was snoring so loud that the walls were shaking a little. Her hoop skirt was still on, the hem pointing to the sky like a satellite dish.Kirsten. Oh, good grief.If it hadn't been for the bladder pressure, he might not have made much of it, but it aching in his groin had wakened him enough for the shock to penetrate through. He knew he had to do.