‘And security for the football game this weekend.’ ‘I’ll be blunt, sir,’ said Cindy, ‘I don’t know what is going on in Precinct 1, but t...ey’re not writing up any tickets, there were three DUI accidents that in my opinion could’ve and should’ve been stops by Police much earlier, and when I asked for the coordinated security plan for Saturday’s game, Precinct 3 was ready with the same stuff from last year, but Precinct 1 had nothing at all.’ ‘I’ll take the blame for that, for the lack of a game. It was a cold afternoon with a crisp wind blowing from the north. The band performed a pre-game show, the cheerleaders jumped through their routines, and the teams took the field. By half time we were ahead by 3 points and my voice was becoming hoarse. Trish had gotten into the spirit of the game and was as enthusiastic as everyone else. Walking to the concession stand she stuck her hands deep into my coat pockets. The wind had picked up and Trish was chilled. I purchased a chili-dog and a hot. Daniel and I both were grunting like pigs in a trough, me from the pain of his massive fuck tool in my anus and him from lustful excitement. Daniel said to Bruce and Charlie 'boy's this pussy is really tight, tighter than the first time we hit it.' The tears and mucus was dripping from my chin and puddling below my face. Daniel placed both his hands on each of my buttocks and started to move more freely. I cried out in pain as he worked more and more of his fuck tool deeper into my butt hole. . Augghhhhh! Drink it sweetie! Drink it! Aughhhhhhhhhhh!"Following her command, I opened my mouth while she grabbed the back of my head and once again forced it into her hairy cunt. Her powerful squirt hit the back of my throat but that time I was ready and able to swallow the juice without complications. She held my head even though the squirting had ceased. Her entire pelvis continued quivering for almost a minute allowing me to totally consume her slightly salty juice.Lifting her leg, she.