They're going to make you cry.Eyelids flutter open and closed, a whine rising in your throat before you force them closed again.A creak. Something bei...g put down. FUCK! It can't be time yet!Something being torn. Then the smell. Pungent. Fingers tensing as the cold alcohol pad touches your left nipple, a hand steadying your breast - a gloved, impersonal hand. The coarse, wet surface of the pad rough against your nipple. The cold making it stand out and stiffen painfully even as the voice screams. I looked at Simon, his eyes never left the woman for an instant, if I knew him at all I knew he would have a full boner in his tight jeans by now.Janice sucked on her fingers and jiggled her boobs until the last 'whoah' of the record which saw her lifting her thigh length skirt up and jiggling her blue knickered arse straight at the 50 plusses table, one of the guys reached out to touch her fat ass but had his hand knocked away by the busty red-headed lady at his side. I smiled knowing I'd. Mohammeds deep dark eyes where lustful and glistening . We ate something and he went. On the table was a package he gave me as a gift, waiting to be opened ,curious I opened it and it was a beautiful Stirling silver bracelet (that I still wear) in a snake motive.I was surprised that he remember I don’t like gold and gave me such a valuable gift. Even he diddent knew if I was going to allow his advances. I texted him a big thank you for a great night and for his nice gifts. The following week. I had to stretch to get a hand out, but managed to put a hand on the shoulder of the blitzing safety.The safety stumbled and we both ended up falling over as Lucas scrambled away. I landed on the safety, but bounced to my feet quickly. As I looked around to find the play I could hear a roar rise up from the grandstands.A whistle was blowing. I looked around and far downfield I could see one of the officials signaling touchdown. Immediately I looked over at the sideline. Coach Grisham was waving.