"I could be happy without football, Sara," I said. "I know it's hard for you to understand. Do you realize that you've probably watched more football ...han I have?"You probably know more about the overall game, too. I can read defenses and I know what plays will work when, but you'll never find me sitting on the couch watching football. I like watching baseball. I'm learning to play golf. But football is almost like a job I go to and keep going to everyday because I'm too scared to try something. Of course, I had to verbally urge him on to cum. I always sort of knew guys get bigger right before they shoot. Now I know for sure. His sounds told me right when he was going to hit it and I went deep, felt him start to spasm and buck while I held him deep and unmoving. I did not taste a drop till I pulled off and licked a lonely cum drop oozing so lonely from his cock. This was like a deepthroat creampie! Not that cum bothers me but if it did, this would be the way to show off. Shortly. He led me downstairs first, naked. "No one will see you that isn't supposed to." I walked into the kitchen and stopped dead. The milkman was still there. "As I said no one will see you that isn't supposed to. Now Randall is in a hurry today so we will make this a quick one. But he will enjoy something longer another time. How would you like her Randall?" He came over and looked me over. Randall was in his late 30's I would have guessed and I thought him sexy. He had always flirted with me when. Mizi glanced over at Ben, the two of them sharing a grin as their companion sank a little deeper.“The heat is supposed to be good for you, and there’s something about the minerals that people claim is beneficial,” he explained as he tended to the simmering pot of stew. “I don’t know if there’s much truth to that, but it sure feels good.”“Are you going to join us, Commander?” Mizi asked as she leaned on the smooth rock by the edge of the pool. Lozka had already begun to run her hands across her.