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Time to get serious… Now that I’m here I need to put in some hard work. What my teammates don’t realize is that Championships are won in the offseason. With every sprint, drill, and exercise, I become one step closer to victory. Regardless of whether we’re becoming better college basketball players, our opponents are. I can only imagine Chris Smith is practicing right now. Thinking about beating us again and reclaiming that championship title. Brett probably isn’t because Brett is a lazy piece of shit. He may be my brother, but he and I are nothing alike. After running a quick 5k around the track in under japanese 19 minutes, I take the Big Boobs day of weights and do a full core workout. Planks, Push Ups, Sit-ups, Plank Push Ups, Burpees and the lot. Finally, I’m on the basketball court where I belong. But I need to earn the right to carry the basketball. And the only way to do that is… Gutbusters! I run until I can’t run anymore. Seriously! I’m hurting after that. That’s when it’s time to work on developing my shot, dribble and what not. When you’re absolutely beyond exhausted is the best time to develop your skills. Because that’s when it counts. If you can master shooting a three, or the crossover dribble when you’re ready to meet the grim reaper kind of tired, you’re ready. Because in games when it’s down to the last few seconds of asian the fourth quarter, only fetish the one who can perform when they’re the kind of exhaustion that only leads you to the grave will win. So only when I’m at a death worthy level of exhaustion do I start working on my skills. Because that’s when it hurts the most. That’s when it’s the hardest. Now that I’m good and tired, I start doing my shoot until I can’t miss warm-up routine. Literally shooting until every shot ends up in the net. Making my way farther and farther away from the basket. “You didn’t tell me you were going to be practicing on Saturday…” I turn around to find Nicole in a pair of shorts and a t-shirt with a basketball in her hands. “Wow… You’re drenched! Really putting yourself through the wringer, huh?” “Ha, well I couldn’t let you beat me now, could I?” A smile appeared on her face. “If that’s the case, you’re going to need a lot more practice.” “Ha! Funny…” I try my best to emphasize how not funny I found that… But deep down I’ll admit seeing her teasing me like that really does turn me on! Or maybe it’s something else? Who can tell at this age... Am I right? She was right, but I had slight concerns about how much our productivity would drop. “What's the sex?” Mom said. It was a good five inches flaccid and had a large glans with a prominent coronal ridge. “You want me to stop, for any reason, fetish just, I dunno, say something, tap my head, or-” Standing in japanese front of the mirror in his underwear, he could clearly see the changes; his shoulders became broader, his muscles more defined. As I remember those hot nights in San Antonio, my cock begins to harden. When his hips finally touched her ass cheeks she tentatively let out her breath and her tongue curved to hold the head and shaft making use of her mouth. She raised her eyebrows expectantly, she was not, he was becoming swiftly aware, a patient woman. Red took her mouth off and just used her tongue, licking the front ‘v’ of his manhood. After the day of sex I had yesterday with my sister, I didn’t know what college to expect when I woke up this morning. “Yes sir, I would like them to have no public hair. - One moment ... thinking it again... But she recovered quickly, repositioning her squatting stance so asian that I was buried comfortably inside her Big Boobs tight sinful hole. Kimberly had her feet up in the air almost all night. ZANDER