The town that Mrs O grew up in was a typical English suburban town with a few pubs, one nightclub, a lower league football team and nothing to do if y...u were young. There was a youth club but the "cooler" k**s never went anywhere near it choosing instead to hang around in town making a nuisance of themselves smoking and drinking and anything else they considered rebellious. Mrs O and her friends were somewhere in the middle, neither cool or uncool, occasionally visiting the youth club but. “We kept saying it for years and years: ‘with liberty and justice for all.’ I said it and you said it and we all do. So, like, why?”“I don’t know,” Paul admitted. “It sounds kind of like a lie.”Jim chuckled; he hadn’t thought of it quite like that.“Well, Paul, I guess it sort of is a lie. But we want it to be true. So, we keep saying it, sometimes because we want to convince ourselves that it’s true, that it’s already true. But there’s another reason: we want to MAKE it true. We keep saying. I was getting good times on the 40 yard dash and the various cone drills. Chris Considine worked with me on my pass catching and route running. I spent some evenings over in Cherry hill, New Jersey at Pro Train's gym getting ready. I wanted to put on a good show for the scouts and coaches at Temple's and Penn State's Pro Days. Max Solomon thought it would be good to attend both Pro Days, even if I didn't do all the drills both days. We wanted the NFL to know I was still in top physical. Am i gonna have some fun with you two, i then said i think it's about time me and Matt have some fun with you too. Fliss lay back on the sofa, Matt's head went down to her spread thighs while she continued to lick and suck my cock like a big lollipop, by the sounds of things Matt's tongue was sending fliss on her first orgasm of the evening, she sucked me deeper than I've ever been sucked before which made think if she carries on like this I'm not gonna last much longer and i was desperate to.