The men didn’t care. She was just a warm wet hole for their cocks. She dreamed about sitting on her stoop in her Philadelphia row home. Just relaxin...g. Watching and talking to the neighbors. But she couldn’t be happy, she wanted to be a sissy whore. She used xhamster in her pass time and read stories of people going through the same thing she was. And always wished it was her. Omg she thought I wrote the guy who writes the stories and told him about my life and where I lived... fuck it’s him!. Bo had a bunch more. “We have to give 110 percent.” “We have to play a full 48 minutes.” “We have to take care of the football.” There were even more, some tossed out by the team. More than a few of our responses were ridiculous. In any case, it broke the tension, and Coach sent us out to practice. The rest of the week we were tossing clichés back and forth to each other all day long. There was a reason why we were grinning when Brad Dillon interviewed us; we were using some of Bo’s clichés and. I found it best to have my hand the way round that kept the rest of my fingers furthest away from my body when I pulled.I didn’t pull my dick straight out from my body, it always felt most effective when I pulled it almost straight down. I would take each pull slowly so it took me about five seconds to pull down from the base to the head.I, of course, have always found this to be quite stimulating and would become semi erect by the twentieth to thirtieth pull. Unfortunately, I have never. ” Laughing, Marcus followed her into her room but came up short when she walked over to the bed. Walking up behind her, he put a hand on her shoulder so she would stand still for a moment. A hot flame burned up her body, wondering what he was doing. As his fingers traced over her bottom, she nearly fell to the floor. “Fifty-two, huh?” Turning around she threw her arms around his neck, his hands lingering on his jersey number that was printed on her shorts, resting against her luscious.