Then, wiggling her way to the front of the crowd, was the perfectcandidate. Becca Jennings. Sweet little Becca Jennings. The guys calledher Pixie-Girl... on account of the fact that she was so petite andenergetic. It probably helped that she had the hair for it. I don'tknow how she made hair that short look so good. If rumors were to bebelieved she was also magical in bed. I believed it.She was certainly on-brand. She had this super-simple, super-shortdress on that had this kind of ephemeral. When we left, I noticed a dribble of my come on her neck just in time, before someone saw it. She thought that was hilariously funny.I ate her pussy while she sat in the ticket booth to the student theater, trying to keep her composure as I flicked her clit with my tongue. Ironically, Randy had come up to the booth to beg her to at least talk to him again, and had left wondering why she was acting so strange. She'd told him to fuck himself, and had sort of hiccoughed on the word "fuck," since I. It wasn’t until some time later when a chance encounter at a local BDSM party where we learned of our other fetish?BDSM. We became pretty decent friends, but his high strung ‘gotta do everything and everything needs to be done now’ personality wore quickly on me, so I could really only hang around him in small doses. He was in his mid 40’s friendly, funny and a very likable guy with a touch of OCD (obsessive compulsive disorder). Ray was (is) the guy at the BDSM clubs who seemed to always have. I was on the soccer team and all the running and kicking certainly has it's affect on one's legs. Strong and muscular was not tree trunks.After moving to the farm, soccer was a thing of the past. I still watched matches on the TV and kept up with the news of the my school friends when I happened to spot a name I recognized on one of the televised games. I pulled out my address book and sure enough, her name, Lily, was there, so I called and left a message, just saying hello, saw you on TV, hope.