Of course there was an important item to take care of right off the bat. I called a meeting just before practice on Monday.“Maurice ---your cut---I...think you know why”. “Yes sir” was all he said. OH—in other news, If you want war paint for Friday night, then be at the locker room about 30 minutes before dress out. Some guys from the art dept will put it on you. That's it guys---hit the field”As the team hit the doors to run for the field there was a high level of excitement. Finally they. ”“That’s okay, baby,” she laughed. “You don’t have to apologize for thinking your mother looks good.”“Oh, you look more than just good,” he told her. “Wayyyy more than good.”Chelsea blushed again and wondered if he would ever stop doing that to her. She kept trying to come off as calm and casual, but every time she caught her son’s eyes going back to her cleavage and nipple erections she felt a hot quiver between her thighs. At the same time, she couldn’t help thinking about making him so horny. Not long after, the biker fucking Hannah’s pussy roared in ecstasy and then proceeded to fill that orifice with more semen. When he was finished he pulled out and stepped aside for the next lucky man. Hannah whined desperately and squirmed around as two more bikers quickly flanked her. “Please stop this, please I can’t take anymore,” Hannah pleaded with the overweight Outlaw in front of her, as he pulled his smelly cock out and smacked it on her forehead. “My turn bitch,” the old man replied,. “I couldn’t believe what I heard,” she replied.“Tell you what why don’t I chuck you in the fountain and cool you down.” I suggested.“My late husband tried to throw me in the Trevvy Fountain in Italy,” she said.“Really?” I said disinterestedly.“He hurt his back.” she said.“Really?” I sighed“Yes,” she replied, “Pulled a muscle, he was a lovely man, lovely muscles when we were married, he liked my cooking, that’s why he married me, I made sure he had a good tea every day so he didn’t go chasing.