It was a little bitter and salty, but not bad at all.Sam had to get out of that bedroom. He was surprised to find that Valerie had prepared dinner.“... hope you had a talk with Shorty,” Valerie said.“Uh, yeah,” Sam replied.“Then go tell Shorty dinner is ready,” Valerie said.Valerie had prepared pot roast, roasted red potatoes, and string beans, Sam’s favorite meal. Even though he had just eaten a good load of cum, Shorty was famished, as it had been three days since he had his last good meal at. "Sure" popped out, and I opened the door and hopped in. He asked how my day was, fine I told him. Then he patted my legs, how's that tight ass doing? I felt a tingle in my gut, and my dick started to get hard. It's bored, came out. Wait, who's doing the talking? I thought my brain did the thinking and gave me words to speak. It turns out that my dick can put words in my mouth too. He laughed " well let's see if we can fix that". We pulled up to his parking spot, got out, and went to his. He took her canteen and laid it on a rock.He sat on the smooth rock and pulled her across his knees with her bloody, white ass turned up. He poured his palm full of water, not wasting any, and washed the blood from her buttocks.With her naked butt still wet, he pulled his big knife and raked the blade slowly across her smooth buttocks as if shaving her. She kicked and squirmed at first, then lay quiet while he shaved her slender buttocks. He picked the remaining stickers from her tender ass. Maybe it was the heat addling their minds, or that they were just too hot and tired, or maybe it was the Coke ™ commercials and that song, ‘I’d like to teach the world to sing in perfect harmony…’ but amid the stress of football practice and the pervading racial tension throughout the state, the teammates became one sipping on their Coca Colas ™. The summer passed quickly, although the heat lingered well into fall, and the two a day football practices were reduced to a single practice after.