”The players in the locker room were gripped in attention and hanging on Tim’s every word. He explained it was Tommy, in his Darq Squad black Spur... uniform, and the driver, another guy in a black Spurs jersey waiting to pump the gas itself. You could tell the players who had dealings with the Darq Squad before, and they instantly understood Tim’s problem.Jeff looked to Frank, who took his shoulder pads off and got back into the shirt he wore to classes. Jeff quickly began to do the same. Frank. Brad didn't let Timmy take it slow but kept the pressure on Timmy's head until his mouth was halfway down Brad's pole. There he waited allowing Timmy to adjust and explore before thrusting the rest of his cock into Timmy's throat. That was about the time that Eric turned around. His son's face was buried in Brad's bush and he was chocking on Brad's eight foot monster."Holy Fuck, no!" shouted Eric but he couldn't stop himself as he had reached the point of no return. His cock started to explode. Now, what could be worrying little Miss Witch?"Problem, Wendy?"Sam felt Jack's hand on her knee. He was warning her to play nice, most likely. Oh, she would. But that didn't mean she wasn't going to play. Wendy regarded her seriously."I'm just worried about your father. I don't like him being alone like this."The fact that Sam felt the same way almost made her want to lash out at the girl. After all, who was she to worry about Dad? Jack's hand squeezed, calming her. Sam took in a deep breath. ” she groaned on my cock, now stroking the base of my towering erection with a saliva filled little hand. Her groan sent wild vibrations through my erection. “Mmm...Mm...” she moaned. My legs fell apart, and Jenni moved, sitting up between my legs and using a hand to begin to rub her pussy through her bikini. She looked so good, her head sliding up and down my cock. Her shoulders, small delicate and tan, sporting about a dozen little freckles, were beginning to sweat as she eagerly pleased my.