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Date: 2/1/2017, Categories: Anal, Mature, Author: bossinmotion, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

are long past." Mrs. Cox knelt on the pad and Mike eased down to his knees on the grass to join her, wishing he could have seen Mrs. Cox playing field hockey when she was his age and longing to be a fly on the wall in the showers after the game. Did she have those big tits back then, Mike wondered? And the hair? Seeing her ass crack Mike knew that Mrs. Cox HAD to have a hairy pussy. Was she hairy like this back then? "Huh?" Mike said as he realized that Mrs. Cox was talking to him. "I asked you if you were playing football in college," she patiently repeated. "No, I wasn't that good," Mike admitted. "Mom's just as happy because she hated me playing, not that I played that much." "I guess some Moms are like that but I didn't mind my k**s competed, but then again they were more the soccer and track types," Rita explained. "You played some in the games I went too, especially the last game." "You went to our games?" Mike said as he wondered why anybody would go to a game if they didn't have a k** playing. "A few. Hey, it's not like I have a lot to do and it was fun to get out in the fresh air," Mrs. Cox declared without shame. "Besides, I knew you were on the time so I wanted to root you on." "We stunk this year - again," Mike lamented. "You tried, and besides that last game you played a whole lot and you seemed to do well." "They let the seniors play a lot the last home game and there were guys hurt so I played more, probably more that game than all year combined." "I remember ... that one play," Rita said as she faced Mike, the front of her scoop necked blouse falling open and making it tough to keep his eyes on hers. "I was standing next to the fence down near the 20 yard line I think. I like it better down their than the stands because you can hear the collisions and all." Footballs. That was what Mrs. Cox's breasts looked like as they hung in front of her, about the same size or maybe bigger and full instead of pointed at the end. "Yeah, it's different," Mike mumbled. "Anyway, the other team had the ball and the one k** was running down the sideline and I saw you were chasing him across the field before he could score." "I remember that." "So he was running along the sideline and you nailed him. Creamed him!" Mrs. Cox said excitedly as she recreated the scene. "The sound when your pads collided - and that poor k** went flying! I was so happy when you jumped right up afterwards. The ball flew out of that number 10's hands and he went head over heels. That was so great!" "I got a penalty on that play. I didn't realize he had stepped out of bounds," Mike shrugged. "I didn't care. I was cheering for you and the crowd was roaring as you two boys stood there screaming and cursing at each other," she recalled. "I grabbed the person next to me and screamed that I live next door to that boy. So exciting. Just thinking of that crashing sound sends shivers down my spine even now." "Oh," Mike said as he throat got dry. "Neat that you like football so much." ...