Pity won. We made our way down Eighty-fourth Street under the harsh orange glare of sodium arc streetlamps. Where did she live? Some town on the Islan.... Long Island. Where the rich folks lived. What the hell had I gotten myself into?She wasn't a bad looking broad, maybe on the wrong side of forty by a couple of years and a bit the worse for wear... but pretty classy for all that. Tight-fitting slacks and sweater top. That view from behind had attracted me like a magnet. Dammit, that's why I had. On the turn-around kick-off Mark Freeman was at the helm and ran consecutive keeper option plays for short yardage. He was doing what he knew best. On the third and three play he began to roll as he had the previous play but pitched to Brooks who followed a block by Hollins for the first down. Ruffen again excoriated the players on the field for the mis-read. On the ensuing play Freeman rolled right while a guard pulled to form a moving pocket and Freeman threw a perfect pass over the middle to. She was moaning when his teeth were giving small bites on her sexy neck. Slowly, he moved down and his hands were now cupping her big breasts.He started mauling them hard and was going to teach this bitch a lesson that day. He bent over and licked her left breast and slowly gave a small lick on her nipple. Her body shivered with pleasure. And when he sucked on her nipple, she was in heaven. He would alternate his tongue and teeth on the nipple, giving her pleasure and pain. He did the same. He was wearing only a pair of swimming trunks, and Jennifer thought he looked like a Greek god. Before he had a chance to do any presses, Jennifer walked over and looked down at him.“I didn’t get a chance to thank you for what you did the other day. I’m sorry. I guess I was a little shaken up.”“My pleasure,” said the smiling young man. He looked up at her and liked what he saw. She was wearing a thin silk robe that was very short, barely covering her ass and pussy, and high heels. It seemed as.