I had seen my Dad fight hisfather and I knew that I was not a fighter. My Dad was a fighter. Hewould tell me that my approach to being bullied shoul... be to "Punch himon the nose." Fine advice I am sure, but when you are not strong enoughand don't measure up, it's not advice you can act on. I remember mybullies would call me a "sissy" and a "faggot" and say that I was gay.I wasn't but I was not strong enough to fight them and would cry, asthey would say "like a girl", which only confirmed to. Feeling his thighs and balls tighten and hearing his groans of pleasure as she took him deeper into her throat, she knew he was close. His hands were entwined in her thick, long blonde hair, helping him thrust into her mouth. Looking up into his eyes, she saw the animal lust that she knew mirrored her own. She moaned as he pushed deeper into her mouth, knowing that the vibrations would increase the pleasure her hands and mouth were already providing. She felt the jerk and his body spasm as his. They both rolled their eyes and peeked at each other."What is that look you two gave each other? Do you think I'm being mean? You two are giving us a great football season, so I should cut you some slack?" No," Billy chuckled, peeking at me. "Um, we were thinking more that you need to get laid, Ms. Treble." So, are you under some impression if I got fucked last night that I'd have no problem giving you another extension? You said you're both going out on dates too? So, you two playing the field. "The hell I will." Joy jerked her head in my direction. "Sorry about the language." She stared at her hubby. "We both need to sign the papers or the house won't be in both our names." I know!" said Annie, who joined the fray after emerging from the garage. "Daddy can give Randi her medicine. Can't you, Daddy?"There she goes again, getting me involved. I faced the new neighbors. "Oh, gee, I don't know. She doesn't seem -" Could you do us that favor?" Joy's eyes were wide, and a genuine smile lit.