If you’ve never used it, Irish Spring has an extremely unique smell, unique but pleasant. Sex was one of a couple weapons Vanessa had in her arsena... against me. It was also the most powerful one, and she knew it. The Fuckup I was at a sports bar on a Saturday night, less than a week after me and Vanessa called it quits. The bar was called Some Place Else. Well, they must have read my mind because going someplace else was the first inclination I had when I walked in the door. The music was. I then realized I would have to dance with me in thewoman's position. My mind was racing and I was so occupied with how a womanwould hold her hands and move I didn't feel Brad's hand move to caress what hethought was my right nipple. Since I was now forced to have breast forms gluedon it took awhile for me to realize what was happening. Brad whispered in my earhe could feel how hard my nipple got and how was I was enjoying his advances. Ihad to fake that I was being stimulated sexually, as if I. Neal was huge, fucking huge! Standing six-foot-two-inches he was as broad as he was tall. Apart from being the new PT teacher, replacing Herbie Henderson who had tragically passed away, he also assisted as a rugby coach, tutoring the forwards in the first team. Neal was a jolly fellow who often joined in playing Ping-Pong in our recreational room. I was fairly proficient at the game and when we played doubles, Neal always insisted on having me as his partner. He even began referring to me as. “Plenty of lube and I doubt that I’d mind. The prostate is a man’s G-spot, after all,” I noted.“Someone wants to get up for the john, I see. Maybe he’ll just have to find ... alternatives,” Melanie told me, yanking down my boxers and taking my cock into her mouth.“Jesus, girl ... if you’re not careful, you’ll get a mouthful of piss!” I cautioned Melanie, who just winked and kept sucking me.“Damn it, Mel, if you don’t stop this, I AM GOING TO PISS DOWN YOUR THROAT! I don’t have much time left.