It happens. Some of the sportscasters who are quickest to castigate players for sexual misconduct have been guilty themselves. We toss them when we fi...d them. Mister Jensen doesn’t like people who screw up or who screw around.”We finished our tour at the team restaurant. I had lunch with Helen, Mister Jensen, and a few of the coaches. I also met the manager. A few sportscasters were there since we were planning a news conference and they never missed a chance for a free meal. One of them sat. They pulled her up to her knees and made her grab a cock with each hand. She could hardly wrap her hands around the thick girthed shafts. These would hut her when they fucked her she thought. The thought both excited and scared her at the same time.Her long hair was grabbed and her head was wrenched back. One of the guys shoved his cock into her mouth and fucked her face. It filled her mouth and she could only moan and gargle, but not protest in any way. She could feel his veins. She is very beautiful. Her name is Lonnie Murphy. She is around five feet eight inches tall, 125 pounds, blond hair, blue eyes. What I see them doing to each other in my dream, forces me to wake up. It's now 7:30 in the morning. I notice Brian is not in our bed; no big surprise. I have to know if he is cheating on me, but part of me isn't sure if I want to know. Yet, the other part of me wants to know. Brian didn't even call to tell me he wouldn't be coming home. I guess he just no longer cares. I moaned with every thrust. And I gasped every single time he shoved inside me.Sweat coated both of us. I could hear Michael's unrestrained groan or grunt once in a while. His hands on both sides on my hips, held me in place. My forearms supported my weight on the hay floor. My boobs moved with every thrust he gave me. I could see his eyes riveted with them. He loved my boobs. He said they were like melons that were about to be plucked and eaten up.Leaning on my back, he removed his hands from.