Humesha ke trha maine waha pr apne skills se baaki ladko ke rail bna rakhe the (main ek football acedmy may b hu toh boht practice b krta hu) aur fir ...ere teen goals maarne k baad mujhe us mam ney bula liya aur fir kehte ke tum acha kheltey ho aur ab mujhe tumhari help chahiye toh maine pucha ke kese help toh usney kaha ke mujhe aaj teesra din hua h school aye pr mujhe itney saarey baccho ne kaha h ke humarey school ke football team bna do aur bar-bar tumhara naam sunney ko mil raha tha ke tum. I was about to leave the room and go sulk and be on my own when I was stopped at the door with a hand on my shoulder. I was almost sure that it was Bellcauniel and I was ready to snap at her, when I realized that the person who stopped me wasn’t Bellcauniel, but Immianthe, the second spokeswoman. The embarrassment must have been evident on my face, as she looked apologetic.“May I ask you to stay a moment, Stian?”“Of course, valued spokeswoman.”“Please, call me Immianthe. The meeting is over and. There was no way these drunks could be that quiet and no way they all passed out at the same time. I ventured out into the room. My first scan revealed nothing. I half expected to see Joe propped up, tied up, covered in some sticky substance or even better, taped up with some absurd statement written on his forehead. But nothing. Second look, I did notice a pair of jeans with boxers still stuffed in them, lying on the ground. Something had happened.I walked into the room looking for more. I wanted to love her properly, naked, in her bed, and give her what she craved, a good cunt loving. During a break in our kissing, I purred, "Mom, lets go to your bed. I want to make love."She pulled back, her eyes wide and smiling. She got up and took my hand. Together we crossed the threshold to her bedroom. Together we dropped our garments, and together we melted into each other's arms, then fell onto the bed.We rolled together, kissed, felt each other's bodies with groping, penetrating.