Get on with your life. She decided to go to bed. It was early—before ten—but the ache and fatigue in her leg tended to spread to the rest of her....She might read or watch TV for a bit, but she’d had enough of lying on the couch. Despite her best efforts, memories of the football game surfaced while she got ready for bed. It had started out fun, and she’d been enjoying herself, almost to her own surprise. They’d been playing for maybe half an hour when she’d caught a pass and started running. I love you, Emma! he cries out and leans in toward me. I fucking love you sooooo muuuuuch! As he yells the words . . . his cum begins to spew from his cock straight towards my mouth. He pumps spurt after spurt against my lips, some of it landing on a cheek, and then I surprise both of us and open my mouth. A sudden fierce surge of cum leaves the tip of his cock and lands on my tongue and gushes back into my mouth. I lean forward and let his shooting fire hose enter my warm lips as I force them. . . " he began to ask before I told him to be quiet. "Shut up Chris. I have a question for you." I slid my hand down my flat stomach to my pussy and started slowly teasing my clit. Chris's eyes for fixated on my moving hand between my thighs. "Eyes up here Chris. I want to know how you saw earlier. How is it you know that I lick my fingers clean after I make myself cum?" I brought my fingers to my mouth as I waited for him to answer. "I umm, I. . ." Yes?" "I used to watch you when you still. On the tray were all sorts of goodies: hot chocolatefor her and coffee for him, croissants, cut fruit,sausages and (to her bewildered amusement) a bottle ofmaple syrup. She looked up into his face, meaning to ask him whatthey’d need the syrup for, but the look in his eyessilenced her. She had seen that look before and italways meant there was fun ahead. Her stomach flutteredwith the possibilities and her hand shook the mug shebrought to her lips.The food was devoured in compatible.