He kissed my nipples and worked his way down to my toes and back, where he licked my clit 'til I was soaked. I begged him to let me suck his monster c...ck and he disrobed. His hard cock was at full attention a beautiful eight and a half inches, thick with a knob on it that I could not wait to taste and feel. I went down on it, licking his shaft and balls. He told me to look up as he took a picture of it in my mouth with his cell phone. I felt his hand on my head as I tried my best to fit all I. A few minutes later he said he was getting close so I raised myself off of him and started to lick, stroke and suck him again. I still couldnt get much of him into my mouth. When he came there wasnt much and it was not as thick as the first time. I licked him clean and then I stood up. I reached down and grabbed his still hard cock and led him into the house. As we approached the master bathroom I could see Frank fucking Shellie from behind. Im just a little bit jealous. Hes obviously enjoying. Besides, his seniority guaranteed him a day shift on a fork truck, which was by no means assured as a dock supervisor. The stress level was a little lower, as well; dock supervisors were responsible for making sure that what was supposed to go on a truck actually made it onto the truck, while the fork truck drivers only had to get it to the right dock in the first place.Jason's real secret to dealing with the stress was he could go home and relax by banging on a piece of hot iron. If it was. Dylan couldn't cover Andy. That wasn't surprising. He couldn't keep up with Andy last year either. Brett could almost match Andy step for step on the speed routes. His coverage technique wasn't very good, but he was fast. Brett's speed reminded me of something I heard Zack Hayes and Coach Caffrey talking about when I started football three years ago. We can teach a kid how to play football but we couldn't teach him to be fast. Brett was fast. We would work on everything else he needed to know.