We bid the others goodnight after putting out some pillows, light blankets, and sheets for those that opted to stay over. A very few of them were stil... fucking; among them were Erin and Russ.We served a large breakfast the next morning for all of our staff plus Mindy. Ginger went around the tables and kissed each of the men thanking them for a memorable evening, and promising more that evening. I did the women. Those kisses and acknowledgement of the exhibitionist sex we shared the night before. Pussy was easy---I got my first piece last year. So---PONY, if ur not a sports nut, is an acronym for Protect Our Neighborhood Youth. It was organized in 1951 at Washington, PA. Probably mostly Italians at that time period, It served as a transition league from tykes, or pewee, to the up-coming high school.So—anyways, back to PONY, and the locker rooms :)We had a pretty hot n sweaty practice this one afternoon. Even though a spring sport—it got hot in Texas pretty fast. My shoes had gotten. Her breasts were perfect. Big enough to satisfy any living being, be they male or female, yet as perky as a nubile teenager's.It was now a tie. Whoever lost the next hand would be forced to admit defeat and part with their final piece of clothing; their panties. I didn't care about winning. All that mattered to me was seeing Candy in her natural state.The pounding of my heart was all I could hear as my friend passed the cards. At first glance, my hand was terrible. But upon closer scrutiny, I. Barely anything came out and I wasn't even hard, but what an orgasm!! He let go and grabbed my other leg and started sliding in and out most off the way. and I mean fast! Really rocking me around. No slow, get used to it, sensual stuff. Just BAM! Straight fucking the hell out of me. I was in a daze. I couldn't think straight. How did I let this happen? I wasn't the slightest bit gay. Why did it feel so good? What the hell? But I guess he saw through me all along. I did just lie there.