Doug was doing his best to keep Tim Erickson, the Falcons chief instigator away from EB, some might say that he was trying to protect her from getting...injured, but in Doug’s estimation Erickson was the one in danger if he set off EB’s temper. ‘Whoo,’ Jen muttered to Adam up in the stands as the third scrum broke out in five minutes, ‘the refs are really fucking this game up now. Absolutely no control.’ ‘See, this is why hockey isn’t popular here, all this fighting, I’m going to get a coffee,. Nice round firm bum. Great arse framed by the elastic of his jock. I wanted to get up and put my hands on his bum, grab a feel of it, touch it, slap my big dick all over it. Then I just came out with it. It was what I was thinking and I actually said it out loud. “Great arse, mate.” Straight away I said it I thought: Oh fuck, did I just say that? My mate looked up at me. He gave me a really funny look. “What?” I went bright red. Didn’t know what to say. My mate said, “You looking at my arse?” I. Frankie screamed out as her cum flooded down her legs all over Adam’s fingers, but he didn’t let up for a minute riding her pussy as her cum flowed all over them, the roar that left Frankie’s mouth as her hips lifted up off the sofa to meet his fingers, Frankie was pushing against them now as she felt her legs going numb as the feeling moved up towards her pussy, hands on his shoulders pushing him from her, with the force of her orgasm she nearly pushed him clean off her as her pussy violently. After the food was unloaded and brought into the cabin Roger was sure that he had three to four weeks supply.The owner of the cabin had warned Roger to thoroughly wash out any food cans that he opened and to flatten the cans and store them where bears couldn't get to them. He also warned against trying to store food outside in the cold mountain air as bears and other wildlife always seemed to be able to get the food. He warned Roger that bears would often be seen around the area. Roger knew.