Chapter 40

"About that, Brick," Becca said, "I'm not that into football, and what interest I do have, is with the Seahawks. Why don't you take Roxanne to the game. I've never been to San Francisco before. You give me a thousand dollars to do some sightseeing like Diana did, I'll be one happy camper."

"Are you sure, Becca?" Roxanne asked, panting, bouncing back and forth on my shaft.

"Hey, if it had anything to do with fucking, and I'm assuming a football stadium is not a good place to fuck, I'd be Johnny on the spot. I don't need to watch strangers bang heads together. If it was Russell Wilson, it would be a different story, but I don't even know who plays for San Francisco."

"That's a generous offer, Becca. Thank you. Oh, fuck, I'm cumming again. This feels so fucking good."

"What time is the game, so I know when I need to get back here for the real action?" Becca asked.

"1:15 PM, assume four or four and a half hours for the game and getting out of there," I said