I talked to the head grounds keeper, and he assured me that the field would be playable if it stopped raining pretty soon. We both agreed that the old... field drained well and that sky was a bit lighter to the north. It was not coming down very hard, just a steady, cold, gray drizzle. The weather guy on TV called it an occluded front and said it could hang around into the weekend."We want to play. Do what you can," I told him.He nodded, tight-lipped. "You done good. We'll do our part."I shook his. Will it help if one of us sucks on it?”“It’s not my penis that hurts,” he moaned. “And no. It won’t help.”“We don’t really need him right now,” said Monica. “I can teach you some things while he gets better.”“I don’t want to learn anything,” said Barbie, putting her hands up. “I already kissed you and I already admitted I liked it. That’s all I’m going to do until I get a nice orgasm with Bobby’s penis in me!”“You kissed her?” Bobby’s frowning face turned toward Monica.“Long story,” said. He was really cute. I smiled and waved back, and they beckoned me over to their spot near the bar. I excused myself and went over. Our families had always been close, and would get together on holidays, and sometimes on vacations. Art was a couple years older, and when I was in my teens, I craved the attention that he and the other boys would give to girls. I remember carefully planning each upcoming family reunion as to what I would wear, and what I could get away with with the parents there.. At the same time, her father gripped her hips tightly in both hands to keep her still and began to slam in and out of her ferociously. Allison’s screams and moans were muffled as she choked on her uncle’s gigantic member. Her dad knew that if he didn’t stop he was going to shoot his huge load in his baby’s ass so with a huge amount of self control he stopped himself and slowly slid his dick out of that tight, perfect little pink hole. He looked at Milo reluctantly who had his head thrown back.