I’m heading out to the parking lot with the rest of my family when I see the small wall of about five football players, all in their letterman jackets, waiting for us by our vehicles. Why not let us help,” Kori asks trying to reach me. I let him approach and wait for his first swing, high and to my left I see it coming and I lower head and feel it connect with the top of my skull, still one of the hardest parts of the human body. Yano’s hands and part of her forearms barely contain her tits as the room echoes with our moaning and her tits slapping against my hips. “Either talk about why you have that look on your face or leave it alone,” My feisty Latina tells me starting to get up. “Gotta keep putting these people in their place,” I say getting a questioning look,” They won’t come at me head on so I’ve got to beat them at everything they try to do to push me down.”
“And my boy
