The fake toward the middle of the field was exactly what Cal wanted, and he provided his own pretense of being faked out. Renton, thinking he was doin... the faking, assumed the sideline was now his, pulled the ball in, and resumed his stride.Cal was able to coil himself and plant his feet perfectly for a hit that was sure to surprise the showoff. Later, he could not deny that anger at Renton's antics had added extra adrenalin to his attack. Moments before impact, he registered the opposing. "Jesus," she whispered, stroking his cock with her cream-soaked fingers. "This is sure a beautiful cock."Wanting to have better access to his prick, little Kim twisted around until her face was resting on his belly. Her softly rounded ass was now up near his head. Chuck pressed his hands between her parted thighs, his fingers brushing against the fine silky hair of her juicy crotch.He moaned with excitement as her cream-slickened fingers worked up and down over his thick hard-on. Reaching down. A yellow-white rivulet of thick creamy spunk is slowlyflowing down the inside of her right thigh. Mary's mother speaks up, apparently oblivious to her daughter's humiliation. "Mary," shesays, how long will it take you to finish your homework?" "I don't know, maybe couple of hours. I've got to write a history essay," herdaughter answers. "Oh my," says Mother. "It's already five-thirty and if you start on it rightnow, you'll have finished your homework just in time to get ready. Later. ”“I’ve been learning from everyone this summer,” Beca said. “One of the things I learned is that when the man of the house enters the kitchen, he’s supposed to encourage the woman by giving her a little kiss.” Mom’s shoulders were shaking with laughter. I quickly went to the stove where Beca was browning hamburger and she turned her face up to me for a little kiss.“Honey, I’m home. What’s for dinner?” I asked in the best rendition of a fifties sitcom I could remember.“I don’t know what this is.