I don’t think Whitney was involved but it happened right after that foul. Basketball is too rough a sport. It was one thing when she was just going ...to camp. Playing on a boys’ team wasn’t such a great idea. I’m going to pull her from the team. I can’t have her around that kind of activity.”I was venting, rambling, and just letting my mouth run as we drove from Warsaw back to Mishawaka to meet the team bus and take my daughter home. And the team was laughing and high-fiving each other as they. His hand made the spot feel warm as he rubbed at it. I bobbed my head up and down on his cock as he rubbed at my ass with his hand. John slipped a couple of his fingers across my pussy lips.“You’re soaking wet, you fucking slut,” “You are fucking loving me being forceful with you,” John said as he rubbed at my pussy lips with his fingers. “Look at your fucking slut self rubbing at your pussy as you teased that boy with your body,” John added as he pulled my head off his cock.John had a hold of. The crowd dissipates and he and I are alone. He is shy, and I have to look at him and smile an invitation for him to come to me.He is perhaps 30, probably married, and blushes as he asks to take my picture. I nod yes, and his paunch jiggles as he circles me, snapping again and again, as if he is afraid I'm a vision and will disappear before he is through. Satisfied (or perhaps out of memory) he breathlessly asks to sit with me. I nod again, and he haltingly tells me of my beauty or the special. Anna had no idea why she’s asked the question, but Doug didn’t wait for her answer. “Divorced two years ago.”Doug turned in his seat, and she saw the lust in his eyes as they stripped her. He held a small water bottle in his hand and took a quick gulp at it before saying, ”Haven’t had a woman for two months.”Anna wasn’t sure she needed to know that, and Doug began to open the driver’s door, grinning, “So this should be quite a big fuck for you. Lucky lady.”Shocked at his bad language, Anna.