He was already coming down the steps to meet me, his arm outstretched for me to hook through. He looked as anxious and nervous as I'd ever seen him, n...t even when he'd been in the stands for me before a big game, had his smile been quiet so weak and his pallor so wan.I hooked my arm through his and he said, "Are you okay with this Daddy_Son dance. I know you couldn't do the Mom-Son one and I hoped you enjoy this one?" There was a quaver in his voice and he looked at me expectantly, waiting for. Lets out a visceral groan. Tracey rapidly pulls her head back, opens her mouth wide and extends her tongue. J.J. grabs his dick with his hand, even as he feels the convulsive spasms deep within his balls, and points his pecker at Tracey’s mouth. With better aim than his cousin, and with a deep groan, he directs spurt after spurt of his genetic slime onto the eager, outstretched tongue, while a sperm splattered Christine lets out a little whoop of approval. As Tracey eagerly swallows J.J.’s. Out on the pitch, the game started well for Seattle Reign. Providence Harmony had gotten their tactics completely wrong, leaving acres of space on the wings of the pitch for Seattle to attack. It led to a Seattle goal within ten minutes. Jessica received the ball from one of her central defenders and had time and space to turn and face up the pitch. She had huge space to run into, so she did. By the time, one of Providence's players were closing her down she was over half way into their half of. And then-What did she mean to them? They were lining up to fuck her, just as the girls had predicted. Was she a person, or just a pair of legs? And what did they mean to her? Were they real people, or just cocks to suck? Kelly loved sucking cock. And yet, after what Jack had done, it didn't feel like enough. The grin died on her face, and she turned around and stomped off without another word.*****"You're going to work in pairs for his project," droned on Mr. Michelson, the history teacher..