I played for 10 long years in the NFL, my whole career spent in a Chiefs uniform. Heather played for the US Women's national team, trying in vain, to ...ring a World Cup to the States. We both moved onto different partners over those years. Heather had an on and off relationship with an A List actor, while I dated an underwear model. I moved on to a day job as just another guy in the Kansas City area, since my playing career was over and wanted to use the degree I had. Any thought of our sexual. Everything seemed to conspire to make me aware of Ursula's closeness. I could smell her perfume. My eye was caught by the toss of her head as she flicked the hair out of her face. Even the way she turned the page of her notebook seemed charged with sensuality. And I could hear her respiration; it was heavier than usual because she was out of breath after hurrying to get to the meeting. But as the presentation dragged on, her breathing did not return to normal; in fact, it seemed to be getting. I’d say there were five booths. The first one was empty but I saw no hole either. The next two were occupied and so was #5, leaving #4 empty. Just as I got there one of the guys went in and closed the door. He was only in there about two minutes but I saw as he went in that there were gloryholes on either side, well, if you could call them gloryholes. They were cut about 24 inches high and 18 inches wide. Since the connecting two had lights on this seemed like the ‘cocksucker’s booth’. Damn. I. He burrowed under her arms and lapped the sweat off her armpits. All the while he licked, he never stopped fucking. Alicia tingled wherever he'd licked her. Her cunt throbbed, contracting around the boy's prick each time it plunged in. She dug her fingernails into his back and her toenails into his ass. "Screw me!" she whimpered. "Fuck me, oh God, yessss!" Her boy shook more and more violently as he vented his lust between her legs. His prick felt like a steel branding iron.