I felt him tense up above me but before I could prepare his cum shot straight to the back of my throat, I had to swallow fast to keep up with his pump...ng in my mouth.I kept him in my mouth and circling his cum on my tongue and around his cock he was growing again inside me with my tongue circling his tip and his head.As he pulled out of me, he kissed me hard, still tasting his own spunk on my tongue, still kissing me he pushed me back onto the sofa as my legs opened wide and lifted in the air,. "And, both of you: NO SLIDING!" The whole locker room laughed at that. "Jesus. Especially you, Woodard, with your running record. No stolen bases today, got it? And no stretching it. I'd rather have you get a standup single then try to stretch it to a double and rip your you-know-what apart sliding into second." I agree with you completely," I said with a mock-wince."Good. Now lets go get 'em!" The team started filing out, when the coach said, "Woodard. A word, please."We waited until everyone. “Wait a minute,” called another guard. Steven, bewildered over what was happening, halted and looked around. The guard held Steven’s chin in a gauntleted hand and examined Steven’s hat. “This vagabond has served the king,” he said to his companion.” The other guard stepped forward.“How did you earn this emblem on your hat?” he demanded.“I served a company of knights on the road to Zannopolis,” Steven said. “They told me this would guarantee me safe passage through Byzatica.”“And so it should. She wants to catch every single aspect of me undressing, Nat thinks. Gently, agonizingly slowly she slides her shirt up towards my favorite of her body. Her perky tits, sit like huge globes on her small chest. She stops sliding her shirt just at the bottom of her breasts. Revealing only that unbearably sexy part, holding her shirt for a second too long. Heather gets off two rapid clicks, then gasps as Nat moves the shirt up revealing areolas just starting to get hard. Nat hears the gasp, winks.