The whistle blew. We both went for the ball, but she got it and startedrunning towards my goal. I sprinted past her and stole the ball from andkicked ...it far down away from our goal. She shot me an evil look.I ran towards the action, and Amber kept trailing me. I tried going forthe ball, but she kept getting in the way. I finally got the ball, andAmber stole it back.It went like this for the rest of class. I found that when I had theball, only Amber challenged me. When Amber had the ball, only. Then, not unrepentantly, he knew what he had to do as though reading my mind. He reached down and grabbed my ankles and lifted them up in the air. He kneeled on the floor as he lifted my legs up and he was now looking straight down my gapping dripping wet hole. My swollen cunt was wide open begging to be fucked again.God! Was that ever a turn on! He tightly held my ankles high in the air as he lowered himself between my legs he pushed my knees back until they touched my huge breasts and. . Everything ... Men especially, since then ... But I’m not into girls ... So I just, sort of, retreated into pornography ... Watching it, not being in it ... Not until, like, today ... Ha ha...”We cut to a different angle as she answers another prompting question, “I liked to see men being abused and taken advantage of, the way I was taken advantage of ... I really got into gay porn – gang bangs, rough sex, that kind of thing ... Tough guys being fucked hard by tougher guys...” She laughs. “I. I’m forty-two and single. I’m still looking for Mr. Right,” I laughed and took another sip of beer. “Hell, me too. I’m always looking for that right man,” he said and turned up his beer. I sat my beer down and moved onto my knees in front of him. I placed my hands on his hard thighs, “Would you like to see if we are right for each other or not Tom?” “Yes, kiss me, Greg,” he said hoarsely. I placed my hands in his soft silky hair and pulled his sweet lips to mine. The kiss was soft but I licked.