“Good, sissy,” Dennis encouraged him. Then he extracted a portion of his dick again and went back inside somewhat faster. Soon, they were in a rhy...thm.“Fuck me, Daddy,” wailed Cale.“That’s right! That this big Black dick, white boi,” commanded Dennis.“It feels so good!”“You my little girl, right?”“Yes, sir!”“Love how my li’l sissy faggot girl takes all my dick! Look at you! Look at you!”“Oh, give it to me!”Dennis impaled the small derriere. Cale took more whiffs of the poppers. Dennis pulled out. "Are you... ?" Heads Up!" the coach shouted and smacked the ball in a line drive shot right over second base. I was off-balance but dove anyway, feeling the satisfying thunk of a ball hitting the pocket just before I hit the dirt. Hard. With zero air in my lungs, I still managed a feeble backhand toward Robbie. She snagged the ball and zinged it to Ricky at first. The freshmen who'd been on the base was halfway to second and couldn't get back in time."Good play," Coach Calloway yelled. "But if. I felt my cock stiffen up instantly at the sight of her body. “I don’t care for material things,” she said, “I care about human relationships. I care about intimacy. I care about sex. I want to feel rather than to own. Mr. Bramm thinks that one can replace the other, but it can’t, can it?” “No,” I replied, not quite sure exactly what she meant, but recognizing the required response. She let the bathrobe slip off her shoulders and fall to the floor before taking me by the hand and leading me up. . point? ... limp limp dick has a flat soft squishy head and not a point! So where's the point, or I mean what's the point? Oh shit, I don't know what the fuck I mean and you guys are too stoned anyway." And she took another swig of tequila.I struggled to my feet and staggered out of the living room down the hall to the bathroom and just barely made it to the toilet and must have stood there for two minutes peeing a steady stream of piss. I was so drunk that I had to hold on to the towel rack.