He laid her back on the bed and started sucking on her huge tits. This was getting her ready I could tell because her breathing quickened and her hand... went to the back of his head. After he had gotten his fill of her big natural tits he moved lower down her body ending up between her thick thighs. I knew when is tongue found her clit because she arched her back and grabbed his head. He must have ate many a pussy because he had her moaning line the slut I knew she was. Once he could tell she. I did not have time to say or do anything before Bradley took charge.“Now get back here and let’s do it right. Get on your knees, Bitch!”I quickly took my place in front of him as he backed me towards a coffee table. I instinctively knelt down on it as he positioned himself. I did not need prompting as I once again took his cock in my hand. Bradley pulled his briefs to the side and released his heavy balls from their confines. The golf-ball size jewels were consistent with the rest of his. Just as I am about to curl my thumb and try to fist myself my fantasy is disturbed by John’s deep angry voice, the voice my father would use on me when I was growing up.“Jesus Christ! Can’t you stop playing with yourself for a minute!” he says sternly. I jump up grabbing my pants, looking around to make sure Tiffany is not in the room. A lump forms in my throat and tears well up in my eyes. “I.. I…am sorry” I stutter my lip quivering. John looks at me concerned, walking over to me he holds. "EASTERN!" the crowd on that side roared."How we gonna beat 'em?" I asked the third base crowd."BAAAAADD!" the third base crowd roared.Okay, so that should be "badly," an adverb. So sue me!Left - BEAT!Right - EASTERN!I kept that up as the flames behind me slowly died, swiveling back and forth, back and forth, my throat getting raw, until all I needed to do was turn and pointLeft - BEAT!Right - EASTERN!Left - BEATRight - EASTERN!BEAT! EASTERN! BEAT! EASTERN! BEAT! EASTERN! BEAT!EASTERN!.