“Right,” though she didn’t really see how they might.What Robin lacked in dramatic finesse, he made up in presence. There were better actors for...the lead roles, but for a character part, he was a crowd-pleaser. Mrs. Grule cowed her football counterpart into a practice schedule that freed him to do both.Robin knew he had it good, Mrs. Grule covering his rehearsal lines while he attacked tackling dummies. Near opening night, he’d learn where to stand.Post-game football events were usually rowdy.. Then each stood over me to shoot their load on my face and in my mouth. I was allowed to clean myself up and lay back on the bed and I started to come down and come back after almost 2 hours with these guys. My legs shook but gentle hands on me helped me not to "lose it". The guys chatted about football and I just focused on breathing. As the guys dressed and got ready to leave I could look for the first time properly at their faces and the whole thing seemed surreal. These guys are complete. I was like a mad thing,you hadnt fucked me for a month...jesus he said as he climbed on top of me ,here put my cock into your hot pussy for me i cant wait to spurt inside you..my slut wife stopped talking as she refilled her shot glass..my god she said as she noticed my erection you fuckin sex freak your getting off on your wife telling you about her fucking with her lover . she was right i was hurt humiliated angry and horny, pictures in my mind being formed by her story telling..she. You never lost your composure, never cried out, never loosened your grip, so I kept on licking, sucking, and gently chewing on your clit.At one point you growled, "Fingers." Assuming you meant mine, I pressed two against the swollen flesh of your cunt while still attending to your clit with my mouth. I felt you stretch open to accommodate my digital invasion. You sighed as my middle and ring fingers squeezed inside. I flipped my palm up and began flexing, searching your cunt wall for your.