All the uniforms and equipment had beenshipped by bus along with some of the assistant coaches and supportpeople. The only support person on the plane...was Jill Wentworth, the TeamManager. By all rights, Jill should have been on the bus with theequipment, but she had begged Coach Wallace to let her ride with theteam. Jill wasn't the kind of girl who wanted to be surrounded by bigbeefy guys all the time, and she wasn't the kind of girl who was dyke.No, she just loved the game of football. Raised. I could taste the cum on his cock, and a few more drops dribbled into my mouth. After cleaning his cock, I licked the cum from his pubes and ball sack.“Thanks, gents,” said the second trucker. He put his cock back into his jeans, closed up and went back to his truck. By the time he pulled away, the first trucker was slam fucking me again. He showed no mercy this time, fucking me hard, fast, and rough.“I’m gonna cum,” he groaned. “Take it. Take it. Take my fucking load you fucking cum. Already lust was boiling inside me, and there was only one thing that could release me of this feeling. "Give it to me already, you whore!"He laughed, slapped my butt and stood up, with his shaft good and ready. "I think you should give it a lick before I stick it in, Tommy." I turned around, took his cock in my mouth while the hot shower was still spraying all over me.I spat on it a few times until I deemed it ready and turned back into position. Jack licked his hand and gave my asshole some. She looked deep into my eyes through our puddles of emotion. “I would never have believed this could happen. We’ve known each other just under a week, yet ... I know ... I’m madly, deeply and EXTREEEMELY in love with you too!”Every emotion that had been building throughout the week and the special night we just shared came to the surface. We locked into our most passionate kiss yet. More followed. We couldn’t get enough of each other. It wasn’t lust, although there were elements of that in our.