OK. Not like I'll ever be here again," I relented.The waiter came for our drink order. CJ asked for a bottle of champagne. I gave him a "what the hell...?" look at the same time the waiter asked for my identification."Sorry. I don't have my identification. Please bring me a sparkling water," I calmly directed, burning holes in CJ's eyes."Uh. I'll have a Macallan twelve, neat. And a sparkling water, as well." What are you thinking?" I asked, quietly."What? I didn't know you didn't have your ID.". They wore tight white workout pants. Our band practice was at the same time as the football team’s work out, and it was hard for me to concentrate on the music when I could easily look over and see so many rear ends in tight white football pants! Some of them did not wear their cups, so I could make out the outline of their cocks when they came off the field, all sweaty and wet.Our band would line up for them to come off the field, so I had a good view of the whole team with all their cocks and. It must have been where they had gone. I went to that door, and tried the handle. No luck, it was locked. At that moment, I freaked out a bit. I started realizing she may be in there fucking some stranger. And I thought she might really freak out when she realized it wasn't me, and things could get ugly. I thought about pounding on the door, and yelling into them so she realized it was not me. But something was stopping me. As angry and worried as I was, I was hard as a rock. I felt like I. "How many girlfriends have you had?" she asks when she can collect herself."Three Miss." I respond"Is that because you have a tiny dick?" she teasingly asks"Yes Miss." I respond in defeat"Did the others at least give you pity hand jobs?" she becomes interested again"Yes Miss, and the 2nd one made me eat my cum of her hand." why the hell did I tell her that!?Denise is chuckling again."It seems you've already come across a woman who knew your place in relation to her. And all this talk of your.