" The boys returned thegreeting with one of their own. "Whatcha doin?" Larry asked. "Hangingout," was the general reply. Although none of the guys...who had gatheredknew why. All four knew each other, they were all bullies of theschool, but in general they all stayed out of each other's way.Larry was one of the school's jocks. He was the quarterback on thefootball team. He was very well built and very handsome. His athleticprowess had made him arrogant and so he bullied some of the. Running my fingers through her long hair and down her back, shivers ran through her and goose bumps covered her flesh. With the taste of my sex on our lips, I intended to fully return the awesome oral gift my cousin had given to me. I pressed against her shoulders, and gently encouraged her to lay back onto the blanket. Following her recline I placed my chest against her pink-capped mounds, my legs still off to the side. I continued kissing down her chin, nibbled softly at her throat, and ran a. They were making the pussy licking gesture with their tongue sticking between their fingers, staring right at me.Apparently, over the summer I somehow became a slut. That didn't even make sense! Out of all the girls at school, I was probably the one receiving the least amount of sexual attention. But they didn’t care. To them, I was a slut. Ugh. People are so stupid sometimes.Rolling my eyes, I ignored them and headed straight to my homeroom. A feeling of disappointment welled up inside me. A. They held a 10-game lead over the Reds and Brewers, which seemed to swap second place on a daily basis. Whoever wound up there at the end of the season was the odds-on favorite to claim the second wild card slot, unless someone from the NL West put together a 25-win September. Chicago, because of front-office ineptitude, and Pittsburgh, because of an ownership group that would rather pocket the profits than put them back into the team, were destined to be afterthoughts for the foreseeable.