So sensual!I’m feeling Nadine move closer to me. She’s brushing my dick against her pussy. Oh my god! She’s already wet! She’s putting her arm... on the small of my back and pushes her pussy against my hardness. I’m sliding in so easily! She keeps kissing me. I’m realizing I’m way too close to cumming! She starts griding against me. I’m in heaven! How long can I hold on? I’m feeling some movement on the mattress. It’s Katia. Oh no! Is she waking up? Will she catch us in the act? Her eyes are still. All the action is in the fourth quarter.” She looked at me, “The last quarter.”“Okay.”“The Taft Titans; Taft is in Boston.”I shifted around for a better angle, less glare.Another sip, “Their star player was a sophomore named Krylo Krylenko. Kry-Kry. Ever hear of him? Kry-Kry?”“No.”“Ukraine, outside of Odessa. Monster player — 6’ 11” and 320 pounds. Smooth mover though, like a ... gazelle. He looked like a bruiser, moved like a ballerina — whatever the male term is.”“Ballerino. Danseur.” I may. On one hand he could feel the butterflies of jealously in his stomach. On the other, and just as dominate, he could feel excitement. There was just no way he could have prepared himself for the reality of what he was seeing. Knowing that they were going to be fucking later that night was almost more than he could take.James rushed out of the room and retrieved his wife’s pocketbook and brought it back. He saw Vicky pull away from Jamal as he walked in. Jamal left his hand on Vicky’s thigh, his. "I saw you talking to that scary boy," she said."Eddie?" What were you talking about?" Nothing... just... he was talking about his friends."Lily sat down on the grass near me. Her black socks had gone down to her shins. Her dress only covered half of her thighs, exposing her pale cream-coloured legs that rubbed against the moist green grass. I could tell she liked the feel of grass on her legs. She lied down on her stomach and started fiddling sunflowers with the fingers.Lily spoke. "Eddie.