George and Natalia had watched their first rugby game in this very same pub and were instantly hooked. There was something raw and exciting about the ...sport. No pads, helmets or bickering like in the NFL. Just some very fit, and large, men beating the shit out of each other and at the end of the game they would shake hands and go out for beers together.George looked around for a place for them to sit. It didn’t look good. Then he spotted a vacant high top table hiding in the corner. He steered. Then she whispered to Peg, “I guess I’ll have to tell you later “ Let me describe Pam and Peg: PAM was a little older than the rest of the “Gal pals”. She was in her early to mid-20’s. She had a car, and I guess that is why she was in the Gal Pal group. She lived close to our High School. Just down the ways from Carrie’s place and a few blocks from Janice’s place. She was slender and well-toned. She was quite pretty. She had Golden Blonde hair, about a little short hitting her. She washed dishes and cleaned up after her children as they left to fill time till bed. Seeing her bend over in her yoga pants as her large ass strained against it and seeing her J-cup breasts strain against her tank top, a grin creeped across my face at the thought of claiming her. However, time and wear has left its toll as well; wrinkles marred her beautiful face as her true age of 40 showed, severe stretch marks cover her lower body form giving birth to triplets, and the marks on her back…A. "Good slut, do not ever forget that."Mistress fucked my face until my eyes watered."I love to make bitches cry with my cock." i could feel the tears rolling down my face. i could feel the mess my mouth was making on my chest and floor. i could feel my saliva cascade down the front of my body. i could feel my cock pressured inside the cage. i felt as if my cock were going to explode inside it. the harder she fucked my face, the harder my cock got, and Mistress knew it."First cock cage.