‘Where?’ I replied. ‘Hell. This isn’t Hell.’ ‘Thank the good Lord for that!’ I exclaim, feeling the ghost of relief passing through my m...nd. ‘This is Heaven.’ ‘Really?’ I reply, ‘I expected it to be a lot lighter. You know, angels, the Light of God that kind of thing.’ ‘Aye, Yes, well you’re not allowed to see that quite yet. We need you to go back.’ ‘Pardon.’ I recognise confusion and think to myself, What is going on and who am I talking to? ‘Oh I’d forget my halo if it wasn’t screwed on,. Simple volley and he fluffed it, badly, straight into the net. Susan turned away, a grim smile on her face, ‘Hmm so, he can’t play the ball close to his body.’ The next few games were just as drawn out as their predecessors, but Susan now had a plan, she waited, not just for a mistake, but the right mistake. At forty thirty she drew Harry to the net and instead of trying to pass him drove the ball straight at him, again he fluffed it, this time the ball ballooned out of play. Harry noticed her. Not the best blow job I had ever had but I wasn’t complaining. Then he did something which took me, albeit by pleasant surprise. He licked from my ball sack to my ass and tried to stick his tongue up my poo tube. “Whoa boy” I said in sudden surprise. Bruiser stopped, lifted his head, looked at me and then went back to licking my ass. I have to admit, embarrassingly, I was enjoying it . I continued to stroke myself as Bruiser tried to bury his tongue up inside me. He was having difficulty as I. Her eyes sparkled with the light from the shop. Her round face was framed by her brunette hair that was shoulder length. I couldn't help but to notice that she had relatively small breasts, I'm sure they are firm nonetheless. I looked over the rest of her body and she can't weigh anymore than 115. "You said thirty minutes and it's been twenty-five." I shot back with a smug look on my face."Oh, well in that case you're early as well." She shot back, her accent getting to me."I love your accent.".