They were pretty damn good, better than a lot of the ones that were dragging down the big bucks making records and playing concerts, but none of them ...ad the balls to quit their day jobs and make a run for the gold. Bad for them, good for the rest of us. It was great having a good local band that we enjoyed dancing and listening to.The night was rocking and everybody, including me, was having a great time. Since I had a day job that I was a slave to I started making my good-byes about ten and. I saw many junior girls standing here and there at campus, most seems like feared of ragging. By 9.30 all are invited to the auditorium. After my speech there I was well known to all from the first day in the afternoon session we started to visit new classes for some kind of ragging and all. I dint directly attack any girls but only boys while all other boys went toward girls. I presented myself as a decent guy and tough guy to others. So my juniors felt like a good person and give me enough. When my Mom saw this again, she told Chris to go get the ointment for my red welted cheeks and spread the cream on them so it cools. 'I know she must be sore,' Mom said."She paused to take another swig of beer, shifting in her seat with one hand sandwiched between her thighs. I could tell she was enjoying retelling this as much as I was.She continued, "As Chris was applying the cream, I was face down on the couch with my knees up and feeling very exposed. I heard Chris tell my Mother that I was. " Coach purred as he rubbed his sweaty shaft along Jim's lips and face. Jim could smell Coach's musky scent and taste the salty sweat on his cock as he licked the shaft. "MMMMMM good boy. Amy get over here next to Jimmy." Coach instructed. Amy obeyed and knelt next to her boyfriend as he fumbled with Coach's cock. "Show him how honey." Amy grabbed the base of Coach's cock and held it to her boyfriend's lips. "Kiss it first Jimmy. Then open up." Amy whispered to him. She found herself slightly.