‘Olu… I want to please you… I’ll do anything you want…’ ‘This is what I want…’ he breathed into my ear. ‘I can give you more…’...I moaned as his cock churned inside me. ‘You’ve given yourself to me… what more could I desire?’ ‘I want to give…’ ‘Shh…’ He kissed me, raising my legs to rest my ankles on his shoulders. He began a fierce hammering in and out of my sloppy pussy, making me tremble and whimper. My body went through several spasms almost instantly. Olu’s cock sent a wave of pleasure. His balls were totally shaved but the pubes were trimmed above the cock. His balls could easily be seen moving and dancing in excitement inside the clean looking sack. He kept slow stroking himself and I kept staring at it. I wanted to make him realize that he had the wrong idea but what happened next did shake me with shock and real fast too. He reached with his right hand behind my head, pushing me down hard towards his cock. I thought no; I was not going to do it here and quickly turned to. " Illian!" hissed Bela at her husband's language."Well, not to worry," continued Wana. "Everyone adjusts in time. And don't worry about your food. I'll whip you up something I know you'll enjoy," she called over her shoulder as she headed back to the kitchen.Indeed they did enjoy the feast placed before them. The small table was piled high with all sorts of food, some of which they recognized and some of which they did not. Steaming ham steaks, crispy bacon, spicy sausage links, peppered. I have to use a specially-designed jockstrap that will hold my huge package in place without too much discomfort. Needless to say, you can spot the bulge it creates from the other side of the field. At one stage, I noticed Mrs Harisson wandering around the football grounds. It was the first time I had seen her at sports practice and it intrigued me. She also seemed to be watching me intently, eventhough it could have just been a figment of my over-eager.