They were still engorged and wanting. His shaft was moist, glistened, rubbing against her lubricious flesh, so wet and so hot. It was pulsing, awaitin... her attention, awaiting to be sucked, to be licked, to be consumed. It involuntarily pulsed, and as it did, his own juices started ebbing down the side, coating its head with something for her when Charity explored him there. It would be so hot to have her lips wrapped around him, feeling him pulse for her. And he couldn't wait. Slithering down. Troy stood back away from the microphone, and Big John stepped up again.“And now the all-district, all-city second-team selection and the starting middle linebacker for the second year in a row, number 45, Frank Robinson,” Big John shouted into the pep rally microphone!Frank had no trouble speaking in front of people. “Roosevelt High!” The students all cheered. “I said Roosevelt High!” They cheered again a little bit louder. “Now that’s more like it. We started the year smelling like a fart in. Her long black hair hung half way down her back, and she was as perky and energetic as a gymnast. When she laughed, her smile lit up Jacks world. Jack was a little shy with women because of his lack of experience with them. The girl seemed to be the aggressor in this case. She seemed to want to get laid by Jack as badly as Jack wanted to lay her. That was just fine with Jack, and actually seemed to make the situation more intense for him. Soon he had taken her back to his small apartment. They. “Absolutely. Me too; I’m gonna crash any time now. Let’s get ready for bed. What time do we need to get up?”“It’s Sunday. Mom and Dad’re going shopping at 11. I’m going with them. If you want to go, should I roust you in time?” Lynette smiled.“Oh, sure. If I’m not up, kick me out of bed by 9:30.”On Sunday morning, Tom awoke with a raging hardon. He felt around and the bed was empty; then he heard Lynette in the hall talking with her mom. Sighing, he got out of bed, slipped on his robe, and.