“Bitch,” I said, getting angry but horny at the same time. “You love it.” She winked at me, I bit my lip and kissed her neck, biting her skin...as I made my way to her tits. My teeth clung to her nipple, biting it hard. She moaned, her moans filled with pain and pleasure. I soothed the pain by licking it, flicking my tongue over it. My lower half thrusting into her along with my licking, sucking and biting on her nipples, my hands rubbing over her body sent her to the edge as she felt herself. She wrapped her arms around me, and we began making out right in front of him. I saw him in the corner of my eye, and he was just loving what was in his sights. He was grinning, and getting off. Our lips didn't depart for about seven minutes straight. Then I couldn't see Joe, but I imagined that his jaw was on the floor. As those seven minutes were up, we both felt some warm liquid hit our feet. We looked over at him, and his cock was out. He stripped out of his pants and boxers, and he was. Jon moved into the living room and began swishing his feather duster all over. As he moved around the furniture, the mantle and the bookshelves, he looked at their family pictures. Almost all the pictures were of him and his mother, Brenda. A few were of Mom's sister, Lisa. He had no other immediate family. Jon's father had never really been in the picture. His parents had divorced when he was very young and Jon had grown up knowing only the stern, but loving attentions of a fearsome, career. “Everyone is pointing to the matchup between you and Greg Jackson, the very talented free safety from Green Bay. He’s one of the most physical defensive backs in the league, he’s also one of the most vocal. He has already promised to introduce himself to you early in the game.” she ended.“That’s fine Pam, he’s entitled to his opinion. I’m playing with the best quarterback in the league in Josh Henson, I’m not worried.” I answered.We finished up the interview and I moved on to another set. It.