"Interesting choice of words," Cecil smirked, not seeming remotely scared of me. "Graham, stop being an asshole," Damon ordered, another interesting c...oice of words as I reached the two faggots. "Right back atcha, steroid boy," Cecil replied. "We'd hate for the truth that you're a cheater to come out just before the big game." I froze. My worst fears were true... the faggot knew. "So you have two choices," Cecil continued. "Actually, if I beat you up bad enough you won't be able to speak," I. Once they got there she started playing with his cock til he was nice and hard. She was already wet enough and loose to accuminate his cock. She slide on top of him stretching her but feeling so good to be filled that way. As she came and gripped his cock he tensed up and came deep inside once again. After resting and letting him slide out she pulled her panties up and straighten herself up returned back. Once there she came over to me and kissed me once more while putting my hand down to feel. This took place a little over 10 years ago while my boyfriend Joe and I were on a vacation. The previous evening, I had stripped at a club full of men for the first time and I was still shaking a little from adrenaline. It was 6 A.M. and I was wired. I got up and showered, when I got out Joe was up. He got a quick shower and we decided to go for breakfast. I put on a hot pink spaghetti strap top and a pair of white shorts. For those that haven't read my other story, I'm 5 foot 6 inches tall. She stepped into the shower and washed her self off. She scrubbed her vagina very slowly, cause of the bruises. Katty finished and stepped out of the tub. Turning it off before she shut the sliding door. When she turned around she sat down on the toilet seat, pointing her body at the mirror in front of her hanging on the bathroom door. The shower to her right. She spread her legs wide enough to inspect her pussy. She hadn't looked at it yet since last night. As she moved her lips to see if it.