I didn't think a High School girls' Volleyball game would normally get this much interest - I mean, a TV crew for God's sake! - And I also saw a press... photographer running around with his big camera. A lot of the crowd filling the bleachers looked professionally well dressed and I guessed that they belonged with the expensive cars in the parking lot, but they were cheering just as loudly as everyone else. It looked as if most of the audience were St Ursula's supporters.The brass group played. Craig then straightens to show off this great lump of a gnarled and veiny cock. Honestly, the fucking thing’s like some kind of medieval weapon, a bludgeon used in some dark and terrible dungeon. It’s stiff and angry, waggling around like some heavy jib in the wind.“I didn’t know you were coming round,” the dirty old bastard smirks, cranking a hand along his length. “But I hope this will do as a nice little Christmas present for you.”“Little!” I blurt, boggling at the loveliest example of male. He feels the heat of her hot fluid splattering onto his upturned throat and chest, as she pee’s herself in her excitement. He feels the hot fluid run over his chest, some runs round the sides to his spine where it runs down to his sphincter. The rest flows down from his stomach round the root of his solid prick, over his balls to his bottom where it all runs off of him creating the strangest sensation. He stands again and sluices off under the shower.She turns to him and soaping her hand. Not in an overly eager way or anything, but she certainly didnt look sick about it like Jennifer did. This was something else I was going to have to look into. Jennifer approached Jillian, and for a moment she couldnt figure out where to put her hands. This was a girl that she had hugged a million times before, and now she was treating her like a hot stove. Finally her hands came to rest awkwardly on Jillians shoulders. Jillian on the other hand, easily slipped her own hands around Jennifers.