Wearing only an extra-large hoody, panties and flip flops I began my journey down the broken sidewalk winding my way between the dilapidated buildings... that had yet to be renovated. The lighting was poor to nonexistent but the beacon from the laundry room guided me toward my destination.Other than a young Black teen passing me on the sidewalk there wasn’t a soul about. When I finally arrived I found half the machines to be broken, the coin boxes damaged and pilfered. I loaded up two washers, put. We were in a fantastic position, because their dopey right back had got himself caught way too near the corner ; I was on the other side of the field from him , just past the half-way line , and he could never intercept me or put me off-side before I had a chance at goal , as long as Stan worked it out in time.I heard Stan call out "left shoulder Mike, go!" and hared off down the touchline. We had been working these plays all year and I knew when to look over my shoulder for the ball ; sure. Susan had a look of ecstasy as cum from her kiss dribbled down her chin. We rocked like this as Lisa rubbed her tits and Susan quickly came to another climax. We were on fire!Susan rolled off of my cock that was back to full rock hard now and feeling like another load was building. They had been at it for nearly an hour now, and the girls were covered in oil and sweat. Their hair was matted and Lisa still had some of my cum hanging on the side of her bangs. My $i$ter looked at me with a. He brought her upright from the bent over position and pushed her against his body with her arms pinned against her warm breasts. What was he doing? He was man handling her, his own ... she didn't want to think about it. She felt small compared to his size. She seemed unable (unwilling?) to stop his actions. She felt him grab both her wrists with one hand. Her arms were being raised above her head with one arm while the other seemed to lift her towards the wall. Her nipples were hard the cold.