'Fancy a shagging', someone whispered behind my back, when I was at the bar getting my round in, I turned to give my answer, which was going to be a d...efinite yes, after I got my order in, only to turn around and see another girl walk off with the guy.It was that crazy.It was past midnight when we had to sling our hooks and I realised I needed to pee, once we were awaiting our taxi, so I ducked into the bushes and let it flow, I swear my pee shot out some two meters. Now here id the thing about. What made us do this? Cat asked herself yet again. Was it the stress of the Games? Did we not get enough attention with our athletic performance?Maybe it was sexual frustration. For some reason no one could pin down, Beijing was a buzz kill for the usually high libidos sported by Olympic athletes. Reporters had noted that the Beijing Olympians had requested far fewer birth control devices than those at previous Games, even though the International Olympic Committee freely provided them. Many. ”I felt myself blush, but I laughed. “Thanks, Seth – and yes, flattery will get you everywhere. I always thought you preferred the more full-figured girls - big boobs, soft ass, all that stuff.”He smiled again as he stroked the backs of his fingers over my taut tummy. “That’s all good stuff, but I recognize a lean, mean sex machine when I see one. Goddamn! You look like you could take on the team and not break a sweat.”“Oh, I’d sweat plenty, but bring ‘em on! You don’t think my boobs are too. “Take your time.”“Thanks,” I said as my zipper slowly rasped down. I had Lee's pantie's hiked as I looked over her shoulder at the rings. They were all so gorgeous. Gold, white gold, rose gold, and platinum bands. Diamonds of various cuts and sizes. Some had smaller stones embedded in the band, so tiny they were almost grains of sands. Sapphires, rubies, emeralds, pearls, yellow gems I didn't recognize, and even pale-purple amethysts.As I studied them, Lee pulled my cock out. My shaft pressed.