Another one would be done tomorrow. Twenty - four left after tomorrow, twelve weeks’ worth and add in the holidays - it was not looking good to be f...nished by bad weather.Saturday started off with a big home cooked breakfast for my mates and the boys. My first since last Sunday, it was a pleasure to watch the boys in the highchairs eating little bits of eggs, bacon and scrapple. They loved Sugar Smacks.After breakfast we went to Morton Field to see the second pour that Jake’s crew was doing. I. Lennie is doing his best to feed his length into her, but the angle he’s at doesn’t give him much chance. Despite this, he’s giving it a good go and his rhythm is picking up some pace. I give Tia a tilt of my head and a turned-up nose to show her it’s not a good look. In agreement, she shakes her head a little, side to side, enough for him to drop out.Unexpectedly she frees her hands from beneath him and stands up. Placing a hand around his shaft, barely covering a third of it, she calls out.. "Either that, or he's got something stuck up his ass," she added, an absent look on her face.I bit back a laugh and walked out the door.The Arena was packed even for the middle of the day, and parking had been a bitch. I brushed a lock of shiny, blonde hair behind my ear and adjusted my bra. I'd changed clothes before heading downtown. If I was going to be an honest to God reporter, I figured I had to dress the part. To me that meant wearing whatever I could that would ensure I got the story.. I felt that slow sweet churning inside that signalled the start of my orgasm.I called out: 'Harder! Fuck me!' and dug my nails into his back. I felt his cock twist, and thicken. He grunted and pumped into me as my orgasm peaked and my entire body arched in ecstasy.Utterly spent, we lay together while the aftershocks subsided. Jeff raised his head, his cock still inside me, and kissed me full on the mouth. I held his head above me. I had always thought his eyes were brown, but now I could see.