So we draw a tough team our first round and I’m 2nd seat so we win 3 games including mine, but I fail to record it on the slip (the main job of a te...am captain.) So the judge comes over and almost gives the win to the other team (my dad was there and handled it.) After that, I reluctantly gave Tyson the captain’s position. But there really wasn’t any bad blood… as Tyson and I were fairly close friends and I really wanted to place more than stroke my ego. So throughout the tournament, we played. After a few minutes he moved his hand and I distinctly heard the sound of a zipper, as he opened his pants. Obviously he had the same problem I did and he had to readjust his cock to get more comfortable, too. I smiled. At least we were both suffering from the same thing.I reached down and undid my zipper, and the relief was amazing. The restraint of my pants and my boxer shorts made my cock hurt and it also pinched my foreskin a little bit.Before I had a chance to move Walter placed his hand. She felt his long, forked tongue slide inside her vagina, thrusting and squirming, before leaving to find her clit. Shuddering, she ground her pubic bone into his face, and started thrusting her hips in tempo with his licking. Whatever else he was, he was exquisitely talented with his tongue. It was long, strong, and impossibly fast: seeming to touch her everywhere at once. She could feel her excitement mounting quickly and her avian shrieks filled the room. Locking her knees together under his. You’dshor be purdy that way, Miz Carpenter.”“Well, I do want to have children, someday, Zeb, butback to your `problem,'” I said, trying to ignore thewetness I felt growing between my legs. “What happensnext?”“Somethin’ I cain’t help, Miz Carpenter – my old thangstarts getting big and hard.”I gasped as my gaze fell into his lap. Clearlyevident between his legs under his loose shorts wasthe biggest bulge I had ever seen. I like.