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But, in all honesty, I was getting better. I could hit most shots now, and I was much better at dribbling. I still never won one of Bella’s challenges, until that hot summer day. It had to be around 95 degrees, but Bella insisted we still practiced. So, I mopped my way interracial through the gate to her privacy fence and onto the court. As we were warming up, as if that was needed on a day like that, she asked me “What’s up Zack? You’re looking a little down there.” “It’s just too hot for this Bella,” I complained, “I mean, who wants to be outside in this? And we decided to play basketball on top of it!” “I know Zack, but it’s hot days like this that really make you better.” She always had something uplifting to tell me when I was down oral like that. She could give me a philosophical coach line or go somewhere completely different, like she was about to, “And I wouldn’t mind losing some clothes Big Tits today either. Hit a three from each corner and the top in a row and I’ll take my shirt off.” “I hope you’re finally ready to strip Bella,” I taunted as I walked over to the left corner, “Because today is the day.” “I’ll believe it when I see it Gardner,” she threw back, calling me by my last name as all the jocks do, “Now shoot the ball.” I did, and the swooshing sound of the net was satisfying. I moved big cock over to the center of the court and shot another one, another one straight in the net. I could tell she was getting nervous, and my heart rate picked up by a lot as I stood in the final corner, ready to shoot. sucking This time, she didn’t taunt me or show off her stomach, she just stood there waiting. Josh explained. Eat me out. As the night went on things got livelier and just before Jon was thinking of leaving the DJ suddenly asked if any of the girls big cock were brave sucking enough to get on a table and do a striptease. There was more going on here than just her research. "That's nothing can't use you here as a slave and nothing up your ass I suppose?" Good riddance. Morgan woke up in Big Tits a cold sweat gasping for air. "What is this place?" Everyone does it, so what’s the big deal?” She stood up and walked to the shower. A knock at the door startles me, and I shiver in cold water. She smiles and blows me a kiss. Dark eyebrows drawn on, black liner interracial around the eyes and a bluish tint under her eyes on her upper cheeks. Place the scarf over her face. The confused look on my oral wife’s face changed to one of wonder and joy. She even ‘spotted’ a guy who was bench lifting and put her pussy right over his face. It was clear that she wasn't wearing a bra, and the only fabric that hid her breasts from view quickly started losing ground. My text read, “Woke up thinking about you. I got to my feet but the cramps were so bad I had to lean over. “It’s just how I get through it and stuff.” She went quiet for a second. Both sought out each others tongues, and let them dance together. Is this some pimp fantasy you have? Go ahead and strip naked for us." "Yes daddy" she says in a voice barely above a whisper. I'd spent the weekend helping my family and myself. The girls finished their kiss and faced me. Not a word was spoken, but the lust in their eyes said everything I needed to know. “I’ve got magic spunk.” I shrugged.