Threesome at my hockey weekend
A threesome at my hockey weekend I hoisted my bag into the trunk of the car, threw my hockey stick on top of the other ones and then I slammed the back door shot. I gave my boyfriend a quick peck on the mouth and he slapped my butt to wish me a fun and fruitful weekend. ‘Don’t run too hard though, because this poor boy can’t keep massaging you to relieve those muscle aches after all your training weekends,’ he said with a cheeky smile. He held his hands up and wriggled his fingers. ‘Otherwise my fingers will grow their own muscle ache and they need to get their own massage.’ I just chuckled at his theatrics. He was immensely supportive of my athletic career and he loved telling people his girlfriend played at …