"Sweet Jeezus of Nazareth." He moaned to the sky. "Oh god, Oh god Riley, Riley, Riley! he shouted, each call of my name he sounded more and more like ...omeone was squeezing his chest.I felt his cock jerk and twitch. Heat hit my tongue. Wet hot salty metallic heat. He moaned each time more goo shot into my mouth."OHOOHWOAH!" Henry lifted his head and looked at me as I continued to siphon every last drop of the yummy baby batter as I could. His face was twisted in agony as I nursed his spent. We are playing indoor soccer. I hope to no avail that she would at least drop a hint for me. Unfortunately, she keeps her lips sealed.She ends up trading places with one of our teammates, so we end up playing on the same wing. It works in our team’s favour since we know each other so well. I feed her assist after assist. Every time she scores, she is sure to thank me with a sloppy kiss. Eventually, the teacher has to step in and chastise us. The kids tease saying things like, “It is soccer, not. The ball flew true and dropped cleanly on the green.“Damn,” Rich exclaimed, “Nice shot.”Janie stood, back against her dad. She smiled as she turned to face him. His cock stood hard and pressing against its confines. He tried to hide his salacious evidence.Janie stared at her father’s obscene bulge as he turned away. She was wet again, her young pussy abuzz for another cock. She’d had four in the last hour and a half. Now she wanted her dad.She walked closer to him and without warning, her hand. It seemed the ministry was contemplating whether or not a military coup could put chisels to good use, in preference to the usual swords, scimitars, bows, steamers, slingshots, siege engines and the good old knives it already possessed.Their lack of trust was crippling. He was given a colossal task that was daily compounded with the burden of the ministry's schizophrenic tendencies that balanced precariously between gross, outright denial and a maniacal urge to have everything done and ready,.