"Just because its your last day, doesn't mean you can slack your lazy ass off."* "Yes coach, sorry coach." I stand up and rack my weights. Everyone he...re knows me as Keg, the Golden Boy; the star runner of the track and cross country teams; the best highschool receiver in the Okcps district. And all that was gonna change, because I was on my way to California.* "We're gonna miss you Keg," DeAmonte, my fellow receiver and workout buddy, comes up behind me. * "Yea. Who else is gonna take me to. “Ahh, let me give something to shut your fuck trap.” He says setting down the remote, he unzips his jeans and pokes out his cock to the side of me. He is kneeling down to the side of me, I position my face to capture his already hard cock. Still having his jeans on, he starts to facefuck me. Thrusting his huge cock into my hungry warm mouth. He is starting to moan with every thrust he gives me. He grabs his scissors once again, and cuts my bra off. With only a few scissor pushes my bra flung. Stephan brought her to yet another orgasm before they switched. Art got behind my wife and fucked her to TWO orgasms while she was sucking on Stephan's dick.Then they got her on her knees and they stood next to her. She sucked and stroked them until they both finished with the Money Shot, all over my wife's pretty face. She couldn't open her eyes because of all the sticky cum covering them. A glob of cum was haning and swinging off her chin. Then Robert yelled, "Cut!"Just when I thought it was. Benjamin found the name in the entry he had made the week before. He scanned his notes as Patrice rambled on. He let her talk, knowing it was good for her to refresh her memories right before they discussed them. ‘We were going back through all of my relationships to try to see why they kept failing. Tim was my first, you know, to take me. He was 1982, the summer camp. Benjamin, nodding, skimming the notes. They had been working backwards over the last few months. At the end of last Monday’s.