. not jocks." Geeks," Regan said, giggling."Well, sort of," Elizabeth said with a blush. "Anyway, the Juniors No. 2 team had a couple of kids from the...farms, you know. They knew Andy and I guess they talked him into joining them. They whipped our No. 1 team in about 10 seconds. So they get to the finals against the Seniors No. 1 team. You have to understand, the seniors were a bunch of cocky assholes. Everyone wanted to see them get beat. They came out in wrestling singlets – even the girls. So. Slowly.Jack didn't yell. He felt the pressure in his asshole (how could he not feel it?), he even felt some pain (how could he not feel it?), but he didn't say anything. He wanted to try it. He had to try it. And it wasn't that bad. Just different.To make things better, Jack started to suck Martin's prick. Big prick, huge, even bigger than Matt's. So pretty.Sally Parker was happy. With a lovely tongue doing wonders on her clit, watching her brothers doing it, watching Jack getting fucked for. Their heat entered my palms, and I kneaded the flesh filling them, causing the nipples to grow and expand, into rigid cylinders, pressing into my flesh. With her gown fallen away I could see past her breasts and down to the thatch of silky black hair on her pubes. Her mouth traveled over my chest, leaving snail trails of spit, which cooled in the night air, causing the hairs to rise, and tickle, as she moved her head lower, toward my waist. Her hands preceded her mouth and fumbled my belt open,. It was quite a distance between Fargo and Cheryl’s house and it made sense to make advanced arrangements for pick up. Cheryl assured me we would be picked up in the Fargo train station, and we were.When I walked out of the building, I was expecting to see Cheryl’s latest conveyance, a 1997 Volvo 850 Wagon, a stripper bought as a run-out when they replaced the 850 with the related S70/V70. I remembered that car- I had been picked up in it a few times. It had no options at all. No CD, no leather,.