And why not? Porn I envied for a second his hugeness. Dave was not shy. I wanted to reach down at this vision of beauty seated before me and touch, just once, those firm looking breasts thrusting from her yellow t-shirt; but I lacked the courage anyway, so fixed my gaze on them trembling under her t-shirt as she moved her arms in rhythm. Jim came first, almost shouting his climax and spurting, like the others over his own clothing, mostly his jeans. She said nothing. For the next couple of hours, Carol would be again the centre of male club athletes’ attraction, as she always had been for as long as I remember; on the track, in the clubhouse, coaching alongside the high jump fan or in the gym during workouts and weight training.
