" He told him."You want them in uni's or streets?" Ira asked."Up to them." He said as he went in to the loud press room.PRESS: Coach, is this your mos... satisfying win ever?JW: Certainly one of them.PRESS: You've always insisted that the co-ed team wasn't a stunt, what was having Julie Murcer kick the first extra point, if not a stunt.JW: She's my back up place kicker. I wanted to get her first shot out of the way. She could have made every kick today if called upon. Getting the first was a. Then he pushed me down to the floor his cock still inside my mouth, hands still gripping my hair on both sides of my head. My back was flat on the floor as he sat on top of me mounting my face, which he held up slightly as he thrust his cock into my mouth in short rapid thrusts."You like that, don't you? Me fucking your pussymouth, you little bitch?!" he yelled.All I could do to respond was gag on his cock. My cock was so hard, laying flat on my back, my mouth becoming a pussy for this man. The dress criss crossed under her breasts, and fastened over her left hip. It had a sensually low cleavage, but I couldn't make out what colour bra she wore under it. We sat and got acquainted, and I learned she was 53, married with two daughters, and was a comptroller for the Province Business Development Agency. She and Gloria had been friends for years, and had worked together.We had two more rounds of wine and the conversation became more relaxed. Gloria was sitting sideways on one end of. "Good, that's good, Gwen, you little slut. Now work your fingers up my cunt. Up my cunt."Gwen fumbled below the ring as she sucked and licked at the asshole. Her fingers met the warm, wet resistance of Sybil's flapping pussy and she stuck in her middle finger, feeling the warm meat of Sybil's snatch close around it like a bloody, soggy pot roast."Squeeze the clit, bitch. The clit," Bob chimed in, crawling down and watching the scene. "Sybil loves to have her clit squeezed and sucked."Bob's.