”“Interesting. But what the heck is a ‘Hotspur’?”“You do have Shakespeare over in the Colonies, right? His works have made their way acros... the Pond?”I laughed, “Yes. I didn’t associate football with Sir Henry Percy, aka Sir Harry Hotspur!”“He’s known for his riding spurs and fighting cocks. The team crest features a cockerel. The story goes that early in the 20th century a player made a bronze cast of a cockerel standing on a football. It’s been a major part of their identity ever since.. I rubbed the tip with my finger, and spread the little bit of precum on the girl's asshole. I rubbed my dick between her legs, getting it moist from her pussy, then stuck the head of it into her ass. She moaned, I pushed it in a little bit deeper. "...oh, yeah..." she whispered, pushing her hips slowly back to me, pushing her ass onto my cock. I pulled it most of the way out, then back in, out, in...I started fucking her ass slowly at first, finding a rhythm and pushing it in deeper with every. I could see that his hand had breached her knickers and must have been on her mound stroking it. He got on his knees and with both hands one either side he lowered her knickers and she worked them down till she had them completely off,her mound was covered with hair more than I expected from such a young lass but he soon blocked my view with his hand feeling and poking working her to a frenzy, not only her I might add as my hard on was letting me know. They were totally oblivious to me and. As soon as these four assume the position, I want you to connect the tubing to the plastic pieces on their cockheads." With practiced efficiency, several of the girls quickly made the necessary connections on the four milking amazons, as well as fixing the tubing to Toppsy and Lulu's mouths so that it couldn't slip out by accident, and then resumed their seats. "Nice work, girls," said Tiffany. "Dee Dee, the four of you know what to do. Get ready to watch the fireworks everyone! Here comes.