The younger kids were with us for an hour and a half, and the other two groups played for two hours, and sometimes it spilled over, if our scrimmages ...were going well. The parents, for the most part, didn't mind if we ran over our time slot. They were happy to see their kids playing and having fun, and maybe even learning something in the process.The division of tasks worked out well, too. Eric and Trent worked on offensive plays, and Tessa, Jorge, and I concentrated on defending and. Far from being insulted, Edwina took it as a great compliment because she desperately wanted to have some strange boy risk it all by bending her over a convenient fallen log and making her take it all the way up either of her untested entrances sooner rather than later. She was in such a state of vaginal desire that she had to cross her legs whenever a boy came near enough for her to see the bulge in his trousers.She really liked the pair of teens using her at the same time because it inspired. “Hello, Mr. Hicks,” she said, smiling slightly, an apologetic expression on her face, and extending her hand towards me.I shook it briefly trying to peer around her at my daughter who now seemed to be in deep conversation with Lara.“What happened? Are you and Lara all right?” I asked distractedly, relieved when I heard Sia’s peal of laughter.“We’re fine. Some idiot T-boned us and shoved us into a telephone pole. Sia hit her head on the window rather hard, but we’re still trying to figure out. The two sawed into my pussy and throat in unison, with rapidly increasing pace, like two Olympic rowers in tandem, sprinting to the finish. They exploded at once, drowning me in viscous pulses of man-goo. The one in my throat jumped off my chest like gymnast, as I coughed up cum, sputtering and gulping for air. The remaining colleague forcefully grabbed a fistful of my hair and pulled my face toward his dry-cum glazed peg, and roughly fucked my side-laying head, blasting his load in my face,.