It was neither so hot nor copious as Aaron’s was, but it was still the right stuff.After he had collapsed beneath me, still wracked with little spas...s, I stood up. The back flow poured from me, a little puddle of cream. I wiped up with some copy paper and left him on the table.One down, now I had to report in.*I was kneeling before Aaron, looking up at him, past the incredible bulge into his deadly green eyes.“Why are you here?” He asked.“To tell you I strayed.” I answered.“For how much did you. . I see. So Gary, do you like football?” Jacob asked.“A little bit ... I read books, though more than anything.”“Do you still play sports?”“If I have to.”“Hey, Jacob!” one of the teens from across the aisle called to him again. “You have to come check this out!”“Ugh ... fine,” the teen replied. He got up and walked to the seat across and next to him. Gary could notice that the jocks were all sitting together and sharing what looked like a magazine with women on it. The women seemed to be. They stopped in front of some old wooden buildings which were now empty. They had been used to build small wooden boats before the First War. Now they were often occupied by squatters or by groups which organized small intimate events, known only to a select circle. André was a member of many of those circles. The three men nodded to a watchman at the door and walked up a shaky wooden staircase to the second floor where they followed a narrow hallway. They reached a room guarded by a tall. . He looks surprised as he turns back to me - but I wink and then he smiles - winking back.. No issues then - he return to check how I've secured the top of the bandage - and I see my young lady friend jump as the instructor obviously copped a feel of her snatch too... her eyes just about crossed - so maybe he fiddled her clit or maybe he slid a finger into her... either way - I dont care...Final prac time and I get through the compressions and breathing - now it's her turn...I get back behind.