Rodney’s parents were equally apoplectic, and their rants featured words like lawsuits and firings via the Rockets Sports Booster Club. “Listen, e...erybody,” Coach Baker yelled while trying to get control of the conversation once again. Rodney, this time, dropped into his chair like a little kid told he could not have his dessert after dinner for being a bad boy. “Let’s all get into a conference room here tomorrow, and we can go over the evidence and see if we can figure out what happened. Right. With swift strong licks I was already bringing her to her first orgasm, over the summer she had taught me well and I responded to her in kind, gently reducing the pressure to keep her on the edge. My faint play caused her to arch as she tried to force more of her pussy deep into my mouth and when I refused to take bait she was left with no other option but to use her hands to hold me in place while she kicked and bucked to her release. Our lovemaking then took on a fervor I had not yet. Weeks go by and I find myself caught up in classes and the social aspect of clubs, especially after becoming president of a small social group on campus. Up until now, I haven’t liked coffee, as it makes me spaz out, and I really like being able to control myself. Like most college students, you find yourself breaking at some point in the semester and loving that black battery-like backup. I guess I have to blame this story on coffee. And my Uncle’s sick sense of humor. Weeks go by, past. It's my fault, I invited you and I gave you the brandy.'I still didn't feel comfortable with the idea; it was too much of an imposition on a comparative stranger.'No I can't.' A sudden thought went through my head. 'Is it a double bed? Because if it is we can both sleep together, if you can stand sharing that is?''Well yes, we can, but are you sure you'd want to?' She asked doubtfully.Normally, of course, I'd not have dreamed of sharing a bed with a strange woman, but brandy and necessity said.