‘And you get to meet the cheerleaders.’ The cops at the stadium are actually pretty human. Most of them volunteer for the detail, optioning to spe...nd their Saturday afternoons watching football and getting paid for it. They take long breaks in the command post drinking Pepsi and talking team stats. My first day on the job a few of them punched me in the shoulder and called me ‘sport.’ I spent a few minutes talking about Madden football and Dante Hall. ‘I’ll bet you can’t wait to meet the. Her breathing was hard; her fingers although no longer pumping in and out of her cunt were still embedded deep inside. I loosened my belt and unzipped my pants. Gina heard this and she stiffened. She started to take her fingers out of her cunt but I stopped her. She sat up with her fingers still buried deep inside, she warily looked at me. I let my pants fall to the floor and pulled down my boxers. Gina sat there, her eyes glued to my 8” stiff and throbbing cock. I stepped up in-between her. Slowly we worked our way down to his nipples. Massaging them gently between our fingers, our tongues reached out for them. Moving our hands, we suckled on them like a newborn after mother's milk.Our tongues ventured further down. All the way to his feet. I recalled how it felt when my hubby sucked on my toes and thought he might enjoy it as well. Licking across all of them, I stopped at his big toe and took it into my mouth. Suk followed along. I looked up to see Wes take his cock in his hand. She dressed in the same shorts and a tee shirt, wondering what the new day might bring.Breakfast was a buffet type of thing, where you toast your own bread and scoop up cold scrambled eggs. After that came the obligatory tour of the facility. This did not sound like much fun to Helen, until the list of stops included the heated outdoor pool. She decided to endure the sales pitch just to check it out.It took at least an hour, but via a round about route from the links, through the tennis courts.