” Still staring at it as well as stroking it, I asked who. He asked me if I remembered the redhead from the Christmas party.I bristled. “That bitc...h? I hated her. She was such a stuck up...“ I just started sputtering. I hated her so much. “She strutted around and almost ruined the party.” Ron laughed. “Yeah, but she was wild in bed and was the best cocksucker I have ever met. You think you could do better?” Rising up, I swallowed the bait, hook, line, and sinker. “Damn right, I could!” I. “Are you afraid?” he asked. “No” I answered quickly.He came closer to me and kissed me softly on the lips. As he did so he pushed me onto the cold damp grown and positioned himself on top of me. “This time there won’t be any one to interrupt us.” He whispered into my ear when he pulled away for a moment only to return to me. My hands came up and ran under his shirt feeling his cold hard body against my hands. His long raven colored hair fell to the sides as we kissed. He moved now to the. Of course the girls were there, admiring our moves, tho I confess that many a time I ended up in the mud. But I found that my efforts off the field did not come to not. Raymond and I would return to our rooms at dawn with drunken grins, awakening Harold with our noise. Harold never went with us. This worried me at times. In September of 93, while finalizing a paper on Darwinist theories, I heard reports of a strangeness in the West End slums. Some madman with a scalpel had been mistreating poor. Still kissing her she was aware someone was behind her unfastening Ian’s binds as she heard his sloppy cock moving up and down again she assumed Chris was on him but as she pulled away from Cathy’s mouth her fingers at the ready she noticed it was Danny massaging Ian’s cock and judging by the way Ian’s head had gone back he was enjoying evry minute of it.Frankie spun Cathy on to her back and looked round to see Dave’s head still buried in Chris’ pussy, Chris squirting all over him screaming out.