It was her phone number.“Don’t worry, I won’t,” I said. I never used the number.Eight years later…It was the third quarter, close to a blowo...t. We were going to win. But I liked blowouts. They seemed funny to me. I watched the next play intently as the quarterback dropped back to pass. He threw it quick and deep down the field. The crowd cheered as the defensive back intercepted the ball.“Welcome to Sports Center, bitch!” I heckled as loud as I could, laughing.I looked back to the top of the. Martin headed to the bathroom. He had some pressure to take care of, and he knew it wouldnt take long. As Martin jerked himself off, he thought about the family that just fell into his world. Three apparently highly sexed girls, nice bodies, nice faces, and nice personalities. Very polite with Sir everywhere. Could they all be subs? Beckys ass felt so smooth and soft in his hands. He knew it was wrong, but he wanted it badly. He loved the feel of his cock&hellip,and then he came in gallons on. I unzipped my jeans, and before I could even shimmy out of them he was ripping them down my legs. He spread my feet apart - and they weren't even out of the jeans yet, but just down around my ankles. I didn't care, 'cause now the fingers of his right hand were dancing around the outside of my sopping-wet pussy. One finger in. Ttwo. And then three.Next thing I knew, I heard a wet 'popping' sound sound as he sucked a finger on his left hand in and out of his mouth. And there it was! RIGHT at the. Her figure had really developed in the last few years, but I had been so ridiculously wrapped up in Helena I had failed to even notice Nieve, now at the tender age of 18, had grown up into such a fine young lady!She gasped. Suddenly noticing my hard naked penis in my right hand.A mixture of disgust and curiosity flickered across her freckled face. She started for the door, but I automatically grabbed her wrist.-Wha-She started, a little frightened.I forcefully guided her hand down to my.