Nicole didn't profess to have a favorite team. She just liked some of the men that played. They had both got behind England in the France 98 World Cup..., and both been upset after the Penalty that put them out. Neither girl could join the press in blaming Beckham. Lisa wouldn't have it because he played for United, and Nicole just thought he was too cute to blame. Phil put the blame squarely on 'Becks' young shoulders.Every Sunday afternoon the 3 of them would gather in Phil's lounge and watch. "Jess," he pouts.One knee at a time, she straddles his lap. Digging her fingers into the muscles of his shoulders and neck, Jess smiles when Sam is unable to hold in a moan. He's tight. Tension and frustration pour off of him in waves."Take a break," she urges, continuing her massaging."The test is in three days," he answers. "I really need to do well."Her mouth glides over his, her fingers tangling in his shaggy locks. Her tongue darts teasingly along his lower lip and he groans as he tugs her. We entered his room, and I barely set my purse down when he scooped me up in his arms and embraced me. This time there was full tongue and I could see stars. I could feel my girl juice dripping down my thigh. His powerful hands gripped my firm ass and pulled me tight to him. I’m sure he could feel my nipples harden through the fabric of my dress and bra.Soon, one hand pulled my long chestnut hair out of the way and the other lowered the zipper on the back of my dress. I let go of him long. I guess I sounded a little disappointed because he grabbed me by the hair on the back of my head and drew me close.“But don’t think for a minute that this means were done here. I’ve only started using you my little fuck toy!” he growled.“Mmmm, I’m glad,” I purred.He said, “I’ll order us both a large burger fries and a drink. The only thing I want you to be hungry for is my cock before I fuck your two remaining holes.”I moaned on his cock. The idea of getting fucked, especially in my ass, by his.