When she called again I told her to meet me uptown near an apartment block I owned. It was difficult for her to get there but I thought fuck it you me...sed me now you get it hard.I drove to the restaurant, probably passing her on the way, she had to get buses and metros in the dark and cold rain. I sat in my nice warm Jaguar. She was late arriving and looked miserable. Second round to me. Good game this! I told her to get her own food from the waiter. She wasn't hungry. I looked at her. She. "I asked four of the girls to retrieve the balls that I kicked and then had Emma and two others line up on the ten yard line, Emma in the middle and the other girls on each hash mark. One after another I lined up and then kicked a field goal from the left, center and right. I did it three times each and then moved them back five yards, eventually ending up at the thirty yard line. In high school football, the goal post is at the back of the end zone, so a ball kicked from the ten yard line. I made my way for her pussy. The good thing was that she smelled so good even down there. I wanted to fuck the hell out of her. My cock was rock hard with all this pleasure and sight. I turned her around. She didn’t waste a second, took my cock in her hand.She gave it 2-3 strokes and guided it straight into her pussy. She was really tight. My long cock with decent girth could even go halfway in the first push, I slowly retracted it and pumped her again, this time though I entered her way more. The final piece of the puzzle was his lips,which seemed to gather up plumpness from all around the rest of his face.They grew slowly and every time he thought they would stop they justpulsed and expanded a little more. They felt like tiny little pillowspressed up against the fabric that enveloped him.When William's face stopped changing, he realised that everything elsewas also now almost entirely in place. He wiggled his toes and found thatthe movement came immediately. He ran his palms over.