We should be helping get the tents up.’ I was glad to be busy for a while. Putting the tents up wasn’t difficult with so many hands but my eyes we...e rarely on the tents. There were so many friendly females around who seemed to want to touch me just to be sure I was really there. My massive prick stood out like a flagpole and I was frequently blushing as female eyes were drawn to it. The married ones were blatant. The single girls were discreet but still checked that the stories were true. Janie. It held there for a moment, but my sways worked it over my curves. It fluttered down my thighs, baring my black bush to my son, and landed in a puddle on the floor. “She’s a whore. You saw her getting fucked by all those boys. How much she loved it.”“Yeah,” he groaned, his hand squeezing his cock. “She looked so ... so beautiful. A goddess being worshiped. She had such joy in her eyes as she took their dicks.”“Joy?” I said. “She was a whore! You can’t give your heart to a whore.” I moved. After about five or ten minutes of this I moved my hand over to his crotch. I could feel his cock was rock hard inside his jeans, I loved the feeling of it in my hands. I started to fumble with his belt and was not having much luck getting it undone or his pants for that matter. Tom stopped kissing me and asked if I was sure I wanted to do this. Without any thought to it I said, "I want to see your cock, I want to make you cum". As soon as I said it, I regretted it, but Tom didn't, he undid. In the locker room I explain the story to the rest of the team. But, we had a secret weapon that no one had yet to catch on to. We started the game with the second string---giving the tigers time to 'feel us out' and hopefully deciding it wouldn't be too hard to beat our asses. Returning for the second halve with first string, was going to be a surprise, cause my guys would be well rested, and ready for some football.We return to the field as the the band marched off. We give them some high.