The Panthers are chasing ... Touchdown St. Johns ... Wait ... there's a flag on the 30 of Dewitt. Don't go home folks this isn't over. Oh no! Unsports...anlike conduct on the part of Johnson. Johnson just threw a right cross to the chin of Referee Albertson. Johnson is ejected. Coach Miller is out on the field ... Miller is screaming at Albertson ... Albertson ejects Miller. The team storms the field ... There's the whistle ... Dewitt ejected ... game to St. Johns with two minutes 43 seconds to. It was a real fear that if the assaults against his body continued, he would be reduced to crawling to the last person. As it was, his physical exhaustion made it difficult to concentrate on anything.Stumbling over every imperfection of the meadow, he approached the third person. The surroundings changed to an inner-city landscape, with broken beer bottles littering the street. A stretch of cracked pavement next to the street barely passed for a sidewalk. The buildings had bars on the windows.. It was almost more than I could bear. My Ex was drilling me from behind while I sucked on her Boyfriend's cock, with a locked up cock and dressed as a sissy little Maid. I could never have imagined a situation like this. I figured her Boyfriend was some stereotypical Alpha male type who would have beaten the living shit out of me had he known what me and my Ex were up to.It was the exact opposite."I'm almost there," he said as I continued to work on his cock.Meanwhile, my Ex continued to pound. Her eyes widened as it slowed, as it stopped, and the mailman got out of the truck. And she nearly leapt for the door when she saw that, on top of a big brown box, was the envelope that could only be one thing. The girl practically fell out of her chair as she raced to meet him at the door,."Good afternoon," he said warmly, with a knowing smile, handing her the box with the envelope on top of it. "Looks like someone got a few things today!" T-thank you!" Becky replied, her excitement breaking.