" I'll bet the cupboards need cleaning. I haven't done it for months." She smiled gratefully at him. "And as for chucking things out, I'll bet you fin... at least one pot of jam or marmalade with mould on the top."Her smile spread and there was not a hint of hardness. "Good," she said and her smile changed from one of pleasure and relief to mischief. "It's not just you, Uncle Steven, but when it comes to housekeeping men don't have a clue." Oh, they don't and where, young lady, did you learn that. ..FUCK....FUCKING SHIT!!" I moaned loudly. I laid there catching my breath. When I opened my eyes Paul was unzipping his pants and out popped the thickest white cock with a red mushroom head that gleamed with precum. I couldn't wait till he'd stick it in my hole. "Come on, Paul and fuck me with your white cock." Paul rammed his pole inside me. It felt like it'd rip me apart. "Oh, you're so wet and tight," Paul was balls deep inside me. He grabbed both of my tits and grinded his cock into my. When I got inside, I found Anita dressed in a black chiffon sari. She looked amazing. She appeared to be waiting for someone to hunt her down and rip the sari off her body before eating her live and take her to a state of multi-orgasmic spasms. Her deep, big, dark eyes narrated everything – which she had been waiting for this day, for this moment.In her drawing room, we embraced each other like there was no tomorrow. She closed her eyes only to open her mouth for a deep, long, and passionate. You have ten minutes to get dressed and out here. We’ll do calisthenics for half an hour, then work on drills, then whatever I feel like.” While he was explaining things to me, almost a dozen other boys were moving large devices out of a shed. He saw my confusion.“Tackling dummies. We dress fifty-two players, fifty-three with you, and we’ve got ten assistants. They’ll bring you Gatorade during the game, make sure you have towels and such for sweat then.”He watched as the first players started.