"I'm okay." His girlie voice soundedhoarse to him and it hurt to speak or move his lips."Hang on a minute," Bill said. Rob hadn't opened his eyes ag...ain becauseit still felt good to just relax. Between his head and his throat, hefelt like he'd pulled an all-nighter in college."Here," Bill said and a straw threaded its way through Rob's lips. Alittle bit of suction rewarded him with a mouthful of cool water. Itwas probably bottled, but it tasted sweet against his lips and throat.He took a. She took it all in, and then she said, "What the fuck??? Who in the hellare you, and why are you dressed in my clothes and using my toys? How didyou get in here?"Well, all I could do is grunt through the penis in my mouth, and I lookedpleadingly up at her. Apparently, either my grunts must have soundedfamiliar to Jessica or something else gave me away, and her hand flew up toher mouth as she gasped, "Oh my god!!! Steven, is that really you?" Iaffirmatively grunted that it was, in fact,. That knowledge endowed me with great flexibility and the right amount of combativeness, so when I started this new sport I was ready. Shortly after my 18th birthday I was feeling invincible, as the victory in that under-20 mixed-gender tournament certified. In my age and weight range I was the best in jiu jitsu. Honestly, I always knew the extent of my skills. In my high school I had a not-so-good reputation because I loved to tussle with the opposite sex. For years I enjoyed humiliating my. 17 on a Thursday afternoon; and, even worse, I knew exactly what it was going to say. I had known four weeks earlier when; as he leant across her seated, upright, professional form; his fingertips had somehow contrived to graze the passively waiting skin of her wrist; as his eyes had failed to resist the twin enticements of her bounteous soft bosom as it sat squashed, captured and upthrust in her scoop necked, fitted top; as his vision lingered with barely concealed lust on the maddeningly full.