'Peter smiled, 'It is out Mariel, it has been for ages', and I looked keenly across the table top, and sure to his word, his cock's head, poked above ...the covering napkin, 'I have been wanking myself since you came back from the toilet', he said.'I'm not wearing underwear Peter, I'm fucking naked under my dress and my cunt is wet'. My heart was pounding, as I started to get to my feet, 'push your chair back, I want to sit on it', and as I shuffled between him and the table, I was hiking my dress. He lookedso grown up he thought. "I can't believe how different I look. My eyes look amazing! What doyou think Jason will say? Is it too much?"Jason will love it. I guarantee it 100 percent." Do you do help Jason with makeup as well?" Jessie asked obviously alittle cloudy & confused."Honey, Jason doesn't wear makeup. Jason is a boy & it would look sillyon him." But I'm a boy also so why am I wearing makeup?" Jessie asked trying tofocus on his train of thought. Something wasn't right about. "Are you hard?" He exclaimed. "You are hard, aren't you, you dog?"That was Sean. He called people "Dog" whenever when he wanted to encourage and applaud them, and called them "Bitch" when he wanted to shame them into doing something."Fuck you. I said. Your tiny dick is hard too." I said with a c***dish tone that sounded like "I know you are but what am I?" Can't lie, I am. That Bailey Jay is a National Fucking Treasure. I would love to cum all over that face. Have you ever paused and walked up. Coach Luke Walker wasn’t just a coach to me. He saw me as someone with potential. He treated me like I mattered. When people look at me, all they see is a big jock. Quite often they’re surprised that I’m intellectually savvy too. I enjoyed the Philosophy of Nietzsche and Shakespearean literature. I embraced the teachings of Niccolo Machiavelli. I wish more great men like these were around. Coach Luke Walker was on par with the best of them, at least in my eyes. He looked out for the college man.