Tears were flowing form April's eyes. "Ron plays football. Have you heard of him? I doubt if you have." There's a Ron Jackson who plays free safety fo...r the Bears. That Ron Jackson?"April was startled by Cindy's knowledge. "That's him. The defensive players have a beauty contest with their women every year at the end of training camp. God, it's awful. It's like a slave auction with each guy pointing out the best points of his girl. We're all naked, of course. They give demonstrations fucking us. That is, no girl had ever admitted to him that she "had needs," but girls did the same things that boys did when they had needs, so he was willing to make a bold statement. Besides, he wanted to keep her talking."Well there you go," said Gwyneth, who promptly stopped speaking again."Such as?" prompted Bob."You're a pervert, aren't you." It was a statement of fact, rather than a question."I'm a normal male," he said. "Human male," he added. "Considering what happened between us, I don't think. She looked at her friend defiantly, only to relax when she saw relief in the other girl's eyes. "It's not what I want and I don't believe it's what you want either. Is it?" No," admitted Paris. "But I'm not sure what I want. I'm not sure what I feel" She shifted on the bed. "Last night was, well, it was overwhelming. It was amazing. But, Rory, you're my best friend. I don't know how to fit this in. And, I'm afraid." You're afraid?" said Rory incredulously. This was Paris. She was sometimes. “Just from this?”“Yes, yes...Ahhh!” I cried out as quietly as I could as I came so hard I wet the seat of my panties and made a big wet spot on the crotch of his jeans.“That was so hot,” he said, when I turned to face him. I was going to go in for a kiss on the lips and see what he would do, but we heard Dad’s heavy footsteps coming down the stairs and we both had to scramble to our rooms.All night long I thought about how Ryan must be jerking off all the time thanks to me and my newfound.