Even though my parents were sports fans hockey was always the show in our house but hearing stories from my mother I guess since I was a baby I would ...ust stare off in wide wonder watching the gridiron action. From September to January, Sunday was the easiest day of taking care of me for my mother. She knew exactly where I would be the entire day until it was bedtime. When I grew up and got into high school and got to play competitive football my love grew even more. After school I even coached. “Darlin’, would you mind if I used your knees for a minute?” she asked in a sweet Southern accent.“No problem,” I said with a laugh.She placed her hands on my knees and groaned as the man behind her continued his slow and steady pace. My cock throbbed.“Would you mind moving your right hand just a little to the left?” I asked. I was joking. I didn’t think she would take me seriously. Yet, the words had barely escaped my lips when her hand went straight to my cock. She stroked me furiously under. ”“And you keep the whole area mulched?”“People like to walk out here in their bare feet—like you. We do a lot of sawing up at the mill, so all the sawdust comes to the Forest. It makes it easier to pick the nuts, too,” Jonathon said. “Since we keep the undergrowth down, the mulch also helps prevent runoff and erosion.”“I heard everyone works during Harvest. When is that?”“Sometime in September or October. We make the decision based on the nut-fall from the trees. It’s exciting, but it’s also. I put my arms around her, kissed her on the neck and cupped her breasts.She was not wearing a bra. I could feel her nipples hardening at my touch.I reached down and pulled her top off, gazing at her torso. She turned to face me, chewing her lip slightly, but I was looking at her nipples, pertly standing upright from her small breasts.I sat her down on the bed and began to strip off, totally naked in ten seconds.I knelt down in front of her and lifted her skirt as I parted her thighs.No.