I had no idea what I was getting myself into... this is my first game... and I'm forty five minutes into this bitch! I'm deep into a long "challenge r...und". Hard and fast from the start... the action on screen matches the blistering tempo. 7-7 double time... seven hard fast strokes... skip one beat... seven more... and on and on... my right forearm is screaming... my ball is screaming... drenched in sweat... aching... fingers cramped into the shape of my wiener... I stroke on....And through it. It was as if reality was coming apart at the seams, dream logictaking hold. The wind blew in various places, and the remainingslumbering trees turned green, and more of them sprang up fully formedfrom the ground, and various squirrels, chipmunks and other wildlifeseemed to appear out of thin air. Then the wind brushed past the benchwhere two women still sat.The pit in my stomach became a bowling ball as the dilapidated seatsbecame sturdy and well-kept, far from the weathered boards they had. ."We all looked at each other. 'Nibbles?'.... we all asked in unison! "Well...." replied Joan, "Some of you....... 'may' find out later......" and she turned on her, actually quite attractive, heels and left the room."Nibbles eh!" said John, my manager, and all the other guys sniggered. I didn't have clue what they were on about......... but THAT was all to change later that afternoon....At 3pm we all duly crawled into Mr Smith's office and there was a surprising large array of drinks and a. His hands climbed the back of her thighs and slid under her ass. He pulled her to the edge of the couch. With his strong fingers, Angus raised her bum slightly and brought her pussy closer to his mouth. Eager to taste her, he extended his tongue and slipped it between her lips.Swollen and smooth, Angus's tongue glided easily through Erin’s nectar-coated lips as he took one long swipe through her slit. Erin gasped as she felt her stomach flip over again. Her fingers gripped the edge of the couch.