I don’t tell Ron how to play football and he doesn’t tell me how to lead cheers. And what does any of this have to do with Ron and me ‘doing it�...�?” I asked trying to maintain eye contact with Sandy.“Well,” began Sandy, “There are ways that a cheerleader can motivate a football player that aren’t covered real well in cheer camp. I am talking about promising to give him a little if he does well and we win the Big Game.” Sandra had now finished drying her feet and was slipping into a little skirt. "Raising his voice, he called out, "Huzaifah, Charles! Come in gentlemen."The new officer was shorter than Henry, but slender and with the largest, most beautiful eyes Janice had ever seen.Charles commented to his companion, "Huzaifah, our Captain is a lucky man. It always surprises me that he gets any sleep at all with women like this at his beck and call."Huzaifah's incredibly blue eyes met Janice's, and she felt her breath catch in her throat. She blushed and was afraid that her interest. Her cunt received another coating of cum at about the same time and then was left empty again. Kirstie dropped with fatigue. She had been holding herself taught, struggling as best she could but in the moment she thought they had finished with her she relaxed. Her respite may have lasted twenty seconds. Long enough for one man to move away from her and another to step in. She felt her ass spread again and a second violation begin. Again no preparation, no attempt to move slowly just a. Then she surprised me again. I was sucking pussy and it squirted into my face. Damn, that was tasty pussy, and Polly was a squirter. She had a hand wrapped around the base of my cock, holding it like a cock ring, and keeping me from coming too soon. And she kept ramming that finger up my bung hole. I was fucking her face and needing to come soon. Her squirting stopped but her coming didn't. I was licking up all she gave me. "Holy fuck Polly. I have to come. My fucking balls are going to burst..