One, Brenda Lewis, a divorced woman in her mid forties had dropped more than a few hints over the twelve or so months we’d worked together. I’d al...ways ignored them up until now. She was a fiery redhead, and I mean red, with all the freckles that usually accompany that hair colour. I own up to being a sucker for red hair but could I live with her temper. I knew from meetings that we’d shared, that she was capable of blowing a gasket for little reason and even less warning. She did however tend. One of the guys popped his load down her throat while the second one jerked off on her face. "Oh please! What are you going to do to me next?" They spouted some babble getting into their roles. They untied her hands from around the back of the tree then retied them behind her back.They guided her up on to a picnic bench and for the next half hour they teased her pussy until she nearly cried from frustration. They rubbed their cocks up and down her pussy lips, or pushed them against her cunt but. Fortunately for the varsity, for the school and for me, the back-up was playing quarterback. Bruce Craig's eyes doubled in size when he spotted me. Bruce Craig, the sophomore in room Three C when I was a freshman, didn't even think of protecting the ball. He ran for his life. Bruce Craig, the sophomore who had bullied me when my bunk was above his, looked scared. Bruce Craig must have thought that if he didn't have the ball in his position there was nothing that I could do to him. Bruce Craig. After a couple of minuets I finally managed to push my finger in to her hole and started to finger fuck her ass while I tongued her pussy she was going wild by the way her body was moving she loved every second, she dropped down a little grabbing hold of my shaft and licking around my head then sliding about an inch of my cock in to her mouth.I slowly slid my finger in and out of her arse the pulling it all the way out so I could put both hands on her hips to push her pussy in to my face as I.