A long time ago, I had a classmate named Troy. He was beautiful. It was his blond hair and blue eyes that caught my attention,however, it was his 9" d...ck that sealed the deal. He was an athlete complete with a room full of trophies. He ran marathons, and triathlons in between naval deployments. I was mesmerized by him. We studied at the same university and found ourselves at the pool at the same time. I liked to go very early in the morning to avoid the crowd of hot white males. I was not. Gradually, I felt him thicken and harden. As it became firmer, and no longer necessary for me to hold, I removed my fingers from the shaft to caress and somewhat tickle his balls, playing with them in his sack. His shaft continued to harden, I continued to enjoy myself. As it lengthened, I had to kneel up straighter, that’s when Fred asked me to get up on the bed so we could 69. As I’d said earlier, I love getting sucked, but I find that when doing a sixty-nine, it distracts me from the job at. He turned the third page and both were missing. She pulled it up on the monitor, and checked it there, discovering it was a typo. She smiled up and told him which prompt to pull the errant file and asked him to sit down.He accepted and they talked a bit. She found out that, indeed, he WAS single, and that he loved to go camping. He also enjoyed hunting, and fishing. She also asked if William had found anything interesting, yet. He confirmed that there were two places that William had found that. He too felt the fire and pressure building in his groin and drums banged in his chest. His whole body wanted to connect with her, heaving and holy, his soul crying out in glorious triumph until their bodies were touching from thigh to lips and everywhere in between.Sally had her arms securely wrapped around Clark’s neck as his bulk crushed her beneath him. Tenderness was replaced with passion and hunger as their mouths mated wildly, pushing their needs higher. Clark’s cock was rock hard. Sally.