To be perfectly honest, it felt good. The heady excitement of my best friend teasing my cunt beneath the table had sent wicked shivers of aroused deli...ght coursing through my entire body."Yes I am," she replied. "And damn fucking horny at the moment too ... just as you are!"She had me there. I was."Did you and Rob enjoy last night as much as Bill and I did?" She then asked, now managing to slip her finger beneath the edge of my thong, quite easily dipping into my wet furrow directly."Admittedly,. "You smell so sexy!" he whispered.Then he exhaled, blowing gently on her puffy labia lips. He lowered his hands down her thighs until his fingers found her crotch and tugged at the sides of her slit, opening her magic cavern to his view. He breathed in, again, and blew a jet of air into the now exposed beginning of her love cave. He imagined what it would feel like, when the head of his dick was pressing, spreading her lips, on its way deep inside.Jolie gasped as his fingers climbed further. I barely spoke to anyone about myself, so they had no idea about any of it. Just a bunch of wild guesses. The first half of the big game was a nightmare. I was swarmed even when I didn’t have the ball. They cleaned my clock so many time I felt like Big Ben. I hardly felt it, but it prevented me from advancing the ball. We managed to stay close even with me pretty much hamstrung. In the forth quarter we got to the three with first and goal. Even with all the swarming, I go to the one yard line.. The only time I would venture out to Staten Island was to visit one of the shitty beaches. The beaches there were desperately small and lacking good spots to get decent snacks like in Coney Island or Rockaway, but they were populated by hordes of nubile teenaged girls with almost virginal attitudes about life and love and lust in the sand. That summer of my eighteenth year I formed the opinion that the Staten Island females were secretly all virgins and they generally didn’t get their cherry.