Lance Jenkins was the brother of the captain. He was blond and blue-eyed and very athletic. I figured he would be playing high school football himself... in a year or so. He and I had been introduced once and since then we’d kind of nodded to each other or said “hi” every time we saw each other at a game.As the bus pulled out of the parking lot, I thought about Dan’s suggestion that I should practice talking to boys and being friendly to them. It seemed to me that since Lance and I were both stuck. I’d just reached the edge of the woods and had set off down the 18th fairway when I heard something odd, I guess you’d say, not like an a****l but a retching sound, I wondered if I should ignore it and walk on, I compromised and just stopped to listen, I reached for my phone to get the torch, when I got the shock of my life when a man walked up behind me.He asked me if I was ok. Actually he said do you need a hand, looking back I think that must be a euphanism . I explained about the noise and. Look how he watches me react." Her words flowed, but filled with breathiness as my cunnilingus effected her. "See his fingers. They're hooking inside, finding the perfect spot. Oh fuck." She suddenly stiffened and climaxed."Show him," ordered the mulatto once she recovered. She had her lover straddle her, his butt towards her head, and sucked his cock while I grabbed his fingers and guided them to the places she liked. "He's too delicate," she said after the lover's cock popped out. "Show him. I recall thinking how he was so white but his cock was very brown. I'd look at it and squeeze it. It felt so hard all the time. Soft, velvety sift, and smooth. I would wrap my hand and it never fit in my hand. He was so thick. He would grab my wrist and tell me up and down like this. He started breathing just slightly off but not much. Out of curiosity I asked "Does my Aunt's hand fit this in it?" he groaned and his cock twitched and throbbed so hard I jumped and moved my hand away. I got.