He was objectively better than all the other area quarterbacks that had signed up for camp. I was just better than he was, and that was what had cause...d our problems.When we were done, I had to admit that Damion got the better of me. Mike finally figured out to loft the ball and let Damion go up for it. In my mind, I knew that if I’d had pads on, I could have jarred the ball loose. I just shook my head when Mike acted like he’d just won the Super Bowl.“That was a lot of fun. I wish I could go. The next year I posted a pic of the jizzed up skirt as part of the event invite and had forty two guys show up.It was a little bit of an orgy as all the guys couldn't resist getting on each other's cocks, but the one rule was that all loads blown had to be blown on or in me. More than a few times, guys in line would get too close to cumming too fast while fluffing and sucking each other and their hard cocks would have to get quickly pointed in my direction so I could try to catch as much as. Now, it was time for detail, detail, detail. Every time I caressed a portion of her body, she seemed to tell me how it felt. The arms and fingers were giving me the biggest problem but I decided that my clay was a little to wet to support them. I solved that by making some props out of cardboard and soap. The soap was to support the arms without distorting them. I carved some molds into the soap in the shape of the arms and placed the soap on top of a triangular cardboard support. With a little. Adam nodded. "What's your middle name?"Silence. "Adam?" I prompted.Adam cleared his throat. "Well... it sort of ruins my tough guy image, you see."I laughed. "I think the flowered apron you wore tonight might have shot the 'tough guy' thing down already. Come on, spit it out."He paused for a moment. "Reginald," Adam said softly. "And don't laugh!"I smothered my giggles into the sofa. "Reginald? Adam Reginald Brooks? Good Lord, that sounds pretentious." Thanks," Adam said bitterly. "I was named.