He was in his own bed. He shook his head experimentally, nothing fell out and he didn’t have a headache. Last night’s events were just too fuzzy t... recall in any detail. ‘What time did I get in, anyway,’ he asked his roommate. Ken laughed. ‘Four in the morning, my friend, and I had to threaten you with violence to keep you from singing Barry Manilow songs for more than thirty seconds.’ Ken directed Jack’s attention to a large manila envelope on the breakfast table, which turned out to hold. Since he was a pitcher on theUCLA squad, it only made sense. His name was Tom.The girl was his girlfriend of 2 years, Cindi. Cindi was the veryposter child for the beach boy's California Girls song. Except she wasnot blonde. 5'8," slender, but with curves where a girl should havethem, her breasts were full yet not too big, her hips and butt shapely,with a healthy glow to her skin and long brown hair. A freshman atUCLA, she was a young girl approaching young womanhood.They walked to the side. Guess that's what you meant when you said you'd be back hey? I closed my eyes for a moment with an inward groan."Jill?"I jumped."I'd been watching for you." Kevin said, opening the door wider."Oh I ... yeah." I gave up whatever excuse I was trying to find for standing outside of his door and just walked in.I turned to talk to him and realized, instantly what a mistake that was, he was only inches from me. "I..." How are you feeling?" His hand reached up and grazed my face lightly, I closed my. I came. His balls smacked into my taint as I exploded in bliss. The pleasure erupted in the depths of my pussy. The molten flood of passion surged through my body. My big breasts heaved as I threw back my head and stared out at my boys.Little sparks of light danced around them. Fireworks celebrating the intensity of my orgasm surging through me. My asshole spasmed and writhed around Lance's big dick. He grunted and groaned, drilling into my asshole. He fucked me so hard. So fast. He was filling.