“Oh, Brandon, I’m sorry,” is all I remember saying. Milf sex Coach Marsh yelled, “Last play guys, then the showers!”
As we lined up, the Oskie offense was in a slot left shotgun formation. He had said a lot about the sex, but I also knew that most of that was wishful thinking. I began moving my head up and down the shaft of his cock, my tongue maintaining contact at all times. I noticed, too, that he was getting rather excited, as his own cock was rising. “Oh, Brandon, I’m sorry,” is all I remember saying. He didn’t look shocked at all. It wasn’t just fellatio; it was a caring and loving act of love. Of course, being horny teens as Brandon and I were, we weren’t really looking at that site. I knew he was referring to other things than biology, but I smiled and said, “Great!”
“You two want to get together tonight to go over the plays?” asked Tom. With that, he pulled me even closer and kissed me even deeper and harder.