Damn cold.But I was soon surrounded by a bunch of wanna-be's. The almost-cheerleader team. "What did he feel like?" "Is his muscles are hard as they s...ay?" (Yes, she said "Is his muscles..." Honest.) "Did his pecker get hot when he comes?" yadda yadda yadda. I didn't really answer, so much, as give them a dead-eyed stare. GOD. What did this Ryan guy do - besides be the quarterback? Or maybe that was enough.Well, after lunch and without The Hulk looming at my side every second, my gropage factor. His strength was inhuman, he lifted me thus impaled into the air. ‘Now, let’s see if we can put out that fire.’ He lowered me down onto his manhood, which had grown once more, but now shone and glistened with my saliva. I screamed as he entered me. He was too big, too big. I would die. I had never felt a man inside me, but knew that he was no ordinary man, and would kill me. I began to lose consciousness. I felt myself turn to a paper shell, as thin and insubstantial as the skin on a snake. But would she be able to contain herself? She had learned to stay quiet back at the orphanage, but that was only through muffling her voice with a pillow, a gag, or one of her sisters. She had two choices: either try and hold it in and fight the orgasm for almost two hours until they could get out of the theater, or risk getting caught, let it happen, and try to control herself. Aw hell, why was the first option even there?As the movie began to play, she reached over and bit the collar of. Fuck me.” Then her head darted forward and she kissed me, her tongue pushing into my mouth, before falling back against the wall and thrusting her hips forward against mine. It was almost instantaneous: I grabbed her thighs, lifted her off the floor and thrust into her. Her back went absolutely flat against the wall so fast that she banged her head as well. She took one gasping breath...then seemed to stop breathing entirely. Suddenly all was completely silent. We stood unmoving, a complicated.