The leader of the X-Men was dead. Charles Xavier was gone. The founder of the X-Men was in space to find a new home for mutant Skrulls. Jean Grey was ...one. The light of the X-Men had resigned out of a fervent belief that Cyclops was still alive. Magneto had returned to Genosha, with Polaris going with him. Bishop had returned to some desolate future. Gambit had resigned to lead the Thieves' Guild. Mikhail Rasputin and the Four Horsemen were loose somewhere in the world.September 20th 1977, not. They all wanted to play with my tits.There were the athletes, with IQs ranging all over the place. They had the impression that a varsity letter on sweater or jacket entitled them to have every girl in the school swooning over them, falling down before them. (That was before I learned about kneeling down before a guy to suck his cock, which had advantages and disadvantages.)Alongside them were the hunks, the guys with extremely good looks. For reasons that I've never figured out, most of them. “Let me.”I don't know what he sees on my face, but it makes him comply. His Adam's apple bobs as he removes his hand, and I continue. Pants undone, my warm breath caresses his gaping jeans, and I see him grow beneath his boxers.A sight so common for two lovers, the display of his arousal is so much more.Peeking up under my lashes, Isaac’s hungry gaze makes my stomach wring. Inhibited no longer, I shamelessly reach into the material and free his straining appendage. Hard, solid, firm, thick - I. " Oh," I said as my dick throbbed."You have doubts?" Pamela asked as she lowered herself. We kissed, and it was one of the best kisses I had in a long time. "You just kissed your high school crush." I know," I said as I felt a tingle rush down my spine."I have an idea," Pamela said as she worked her way down my body. She unzipped my pants and fished out my cock."Out in the open?" I said. Sure, it was late at night, nearly early morning. There were still people walking around the beach. There.