“They’re just busy,” Jim said.“Okay,” I said ... but it wasn’t.There was more going on than meets the eye ... because we weren’t ... mee...ing the eye ... any eye. I wondered if the animals noticed our passing ... not that there were any animals in hearing distance. The noise along the creek was loud. Kids playing, moms yelling or chatting up the neighbors, motors running, men swearing at empty pans or exclaiming at a picker or a nugget ... LOUD ... no animals.At the carpark the few people still. He seemed ok with at, especiallywith my continued stroking of his cock. I then resumed giving him thebest blowjob that I could, knowing now that I was going home with himand he would be giving me that hot cock everywhere I wanted it. Now Ijust wanted to taste him. I bobbed up and down on Bob, stroking andsucking for all I was worth, wanting him to cum in my mouth, wanting totaste him (did I mention that when I am dressed I am a cock whore...LOL). After a little while, Bob came into my mouth. Her juices sprayed everywhere. Mr. Canton slurped her love juices. His cock was hard again. He wanted to fuck his son’s wife. He'd already crossed the line.“Bend over! I want to fuck you. Fucking hell, look how hard I am. I’m having the most sex ever. My wife never lets me lick her pussy. She says it’s all dried up. I loved tasting you, my dear.”Brenda walked over to the couch. She put her head down and her ass up. Mr. Canton pushed his cock into her wet pussy and fucked his. Get out. Big Tits, it’s your time to shine. Drink what’s left, and your trial is over.”“And I get a shower?” I ask, every word almost a liquid cry.“You think we’re going to let you meet the players looking like an old urinal cake. You’ll get a shower, a uniform, we’ll even braid your fucking hair. Now drink up; they’re going to be here soon.”A shower… Meeting the players… suddenly, the world doesn’t smell so bad. I’ve walked past the quarterback in the hallway this morning, and he’s.