You really love this hairy cunt, don’t you big boy and what about this – my fat clit.” Sliding down the chair, she started fingering it, and boy...it looked juicy. Taking off trousers and pants with my straining cock standing to attention I went over kneeled down and started tonguing her fat clit. “That’s it lover boy, give my twat a good lick out” I could feel more and more of her juice as I buried my head into her fat crotch. She orgasmed almost immediately and lifting my head up, buried her. ”(Note: In the late 1970s and 80s, most Canadian high schools did not have lighted fields or even stadiums to play in. The field at Medway is still inside the quarter-mile track with a few portable wooden bleacher set up on the track for the 100 to 300 students and parents, who show up to the games. I can remember only playing three night football games during my entire high school career.)“I’m off ‘till 11pm on Friday, so, uh, I may come and watch your game. If it’s for first place, it should. Yeah, some Mom you are."Sandra felt her throat close up.Richie shook his head and stood up. He fixed a narrow gaze at her. His expression softened slightly, but he turned away from the table just the same and started to walk out of the room."I was looking for help!" Sandra exclaimed.Richie stopped at the door and turned around. "Huh? Help for what?" For a ... a personal problem. Between me and your father." What kinda problem?"Sandra knitted her fingers together anxiously. "A sexual problem,. A few weeks ago, I might have said the same thing. Now, I knew better. If she had time to think about it, Beverly might agree. I said, "How are you feeling? Are you up to the walk back?" I guess. I sure don't want to stay out here another night. It isn't safe."We all laughed a bit at her understatement; although I doubted there could have been more than one satyr running around in these woods."Ah, did he hurt you? Are you having any pain?" I tried to be tactful about asking her this. She'd know.