Das er Marcel nur so lange falscheinsch?tzen konnte..."Verr?tst du mir an was du gerade denkst?" Fragte Marcel ihn. KeineReaktion von Wilhelms Seite. ...Denn wenn du grade ans K?ssen denkstk?nnte ich dir vielleicht dabei helfen, die Sache zu vertiefen" Was!?" quiekte der aus seinen Gedanken gerissene Wilhelm zurAntwort, der Marcels letzten Kommentar wohl ?berh?rt hatte, wasdiesem die Chance gab sein St?rmen und Dr?ngen nochmals zu?berdenken."Ach ich....mich....ja, mich w?rde interessieren warum. "I didn't mean to, I hope it wasn't to much of a shock" she says and lays her hand on my shoulder as an apologetic gesture. "It's fine, thanks for noticing my sweater" I say as I make a move towards the ground to pick it up. "Let me get that for you" she says holding me back with her hand that is on my shoulder. She moves her body down extremely slowly across me. As she bends down I can see straight down her deep cleavage, her tits being only centimetres from my face. They are as tanned as her. They sent Christian and #88, the other receiver, deep nearly every play. Tex and I kept them blanketed. Christian managed to catch a 10 yard pass on me when he cut his route short. Most of the plays were runs or dump off passes near the line of scrimmage. Coach Wyndham tried to pressure them but Caleb usually threw the ball after a three or five step drop. It just wasn't enough time to pressure or sack him. Central needed twelve plays to drive down the field for another touchdown. Score: 14-3. Cindy dropped down to her knees in front of him and said, "Oh yeah, it is sooooo wrong, Mr. Potts, so I can’t imagine what Angie is going to think when I tell her you were in here jacking off watching us… or your wife. What time is it? Oh, she’ll be home in a couple of hours. What is she going to think?" she said, smirking."Cindy, you wouldn’t. You can’t. You can’t tell them!" he said."I won’t tell anyone, but only if you finish it now. Come on, jack off for me. Cum for me, Mr. Potts. If you.