” She reached her hand out and caressed my cheek, and added, “Sweetheart, the first step is that your dick needs to get hard.”I looked down at ...my dick, shrinking in nervousness. The girls were still wearing their sunglasses so I couldn’t see their eyes and it felt like both of them were staring directly at my dick, waiting for it to get hard on its own. They both could easily sense my anxiety. Without saying a word, the blond removed her hat. She had a long French braid, and looked younger. Occasionally, Renton lined up as an extra receiver on long third downs. He was a flamboyant favorite of the sports press, on top of all of his skills.As far as the opposing team and their 90,000 fans were concerned, this was a party. Cal's team had zero chance of winning, and the fans were expecting a shutout, given the home team's heralded defense. It probably distressed the opposing coaches, but there were few serious game faces among their charges. This was just an extension of pre-season. " She looked around absently, still smiling to herself, but blinking as if trying to dispel the slight redness in her eyes.Hastily I reached for the napkin holder. "Here, let me..."She gave a quick, dismissive flick of her hand. "Oh, stop, I don't need that. Forget it."I said, "I mean, here I was, acting like that George character you talk about. How could anybody be dumb enough to treat you like that?"She shrugged. "Well, now, George was, uh, had his own unique kind of addictive magnetism, I. Well, once he told me he'd put a password on the picture files of the day Mary and I got the stuff down in the garage and washed the cars. That was the day we teased the hell out of him with our shorts and our tight shirts with no bras.I know computers. I want to work in the industry and I'm taking classes at the JC. If he wanted me to keep my hands off his computer, he probably would have said something. Or maybe he didn't feel he had to because I really had no interest in his system. It was a.