I feel bad.. But it is good for me.. Game continued.. Ball went towards her she touched, but couldn't lift because of her forearm.. And I win.. Her ha...nd was on her head in tension. I went towards her and said “you played really well”. She said “you won because of my forearm.. You got that.. You have only 15 legal points by yourself.. I am not gonna a give you anything. You keep this in mind”. I feel bad for her, but her arrogance forced me to go for her. I said “victory is a victory no matter. I was even being relatively more social in isolation than I normally was. Everything was fine. I didn’t mind my own company and there was plenty to watch and read. But every now and then the same thought popped into my head: Cock! A long soft full cock becoming firmer and firmer and entering my wet mouth! I could almost sense the volume of a cock in my mouth, a little nervous gag and a gush of warm spunk… I was hostage to my desire.I carried on distracting my self and tinkered with my partition. It was early summer and he was going up to Yosemite to camp out. He knew places to avoid the crowds, up in the hills. Primitive, but private.She eagerly agreed to accompany him for the weekend. He would pick her up in Fresno and take his all-wheel drive up to Yosemite. This would be fun, she thought. She spent the rest of the week getting her camping gear together. For just a week-end a backpack would hold everything she needed. They were to leave early Saturday to give them time to drive up. I was stunned for a second because she wasn’t wearing a bra! A bust of excitement ran through my body causing me to kiss her even harder. I began to get hard and it rubbed up against my pants. She knew I was too because she bucked her hips to make it harder so she could feel it through her pants. I ran my hands across her breasts and roller her nipples between my fingers. She softly moaned as her nipples became hard my touch. Quickly darting her hands down my pants, she grabbed me and started.