He seemed kind and he had said himself that he had lots of experience with women. Maybe he could give her some advice. She felt comfortable talking to...him, although she couldn’t say why. His hands were warm and had felt good on her knee a moment ago. “Why couldn’t you do a good job?” In Willie’s experience there wasn’t much talent needed to give a blow-job, just a firm hand, soft lips and a warm mouth. “It’s just that he’s so big,” she cried. “I kept gagging when he pushed it in so far.” . Adam moaned, the first sound beside breathing and sucking he had made. Lily kept it up, and he kept moaning. Then she began tapping lightly on his asshole, and his moans got louder. ‘C’mon, doggie,’ said Jill. ‘Good doggies clean themselves, inside and out. Your balls are full of dirty cum. Suck that dirty cum right out of your balls.’ Between Lily’s touches and Jill’s encouragement it didn’t take long. Adam’s breathing quickened, his body shook, his eyes widened, and the muffled screams. Whatever it was, Robert stopped dead in her tracks and her head swiveled to look over at Bridget. She stayed like that for several seconds. Bridget smiled sweetly at her and then turned to yell at Sian. ‘Next time, baby! Remember the reward I promised you for every goal!’ The other people on the sidelines alongside Bridget laughed and then whistled and made some cat calls. Bridget chuckled as Roberta slowly walked forward to get back into the game. A couple of the other players waiting to. That crack-crack didn’t sound good. He’s down, but that bloody well hurt, I’ll be sore for a week. Shit, here’s the next two. I best lean forward and give it all I’ve got left. It’s now or never!Hitting them hard I watch one go down hard. I don’t know which one. My face is buried in the chest of the other while I push him ahead of me in my quest for the goal line. There’s that beautiful whistle, I made it. Stopping, I look around for the official. Spotting him I toss him the ball, and tell him.