He tried separating my legs but he could do that either. I couldn’t hold on this tight forever but he didn’t know how long I could and he was not ...etting enough air into his system. He started beating on my legs to cause me to break my lock on him but I refused. This was quite possibly a real life and death situation. I had no idea if he would stop before killing me. So, I held on with everything I had as he beat on my legs. His blows weakened. He dropped to his knees but I still held on with. One of the Falcon players began to slap his stick on the ice in salute to Brad, and the others joined in.“Brad, what you did for Pete goes beyond playing hockey. Thank you so much!” Coach Green said, giving him a brief hug.“I’m glad I was there to help him,” he modestly replied. The assistant coaches and training staff also thanked him. Once the last person had shaken Brad’s hand, the Kingston players raised their sticks as a thank you to the fans. That gesture was greeted with more. They made use of a break in the action to explore my body with their hands. They were oddly gentle compared to most guys my age.A few loud claps jerked them back to attention and they helped each other. They walked back into the crowd with a vaguely wistful…or perhaps rueful look.I watched the red-head make her way through the crowd again. I saw the nurse from the hospital hold up his hands and deny her access to his slit. She furrowed her brow and continued in her ***********ion. I knew the. It was so hot and frantic and she could feel her pussy burning for him. She felt him begin to rub her breasts through the bra, her nipples clearly pushing through the sheer fabric. She undid his pants and they dropped to his feet. He stepped out and tugged at the release on her skirt, allowing it to slip to the floor. She felt the bed against the back of her legs and he pushed her down onto it so she was splayed in her bra panties and stay ups. She gasped as she saw his erection straining at.