I did not expect to have one of my better days. As a matter of fact I was surprised when the minivan started on the first try. Maybe the day wouldn't ...e so bad after all, I thought.When I saw the address of Reverend Archer's church still clipped to my sun visor, I decided on the spot that I needed church alright, but just not as much as I needed a shower. I drove home quickly, but I was also very careful not to allow anyone to follow me. After all I did have a Russian thug's pistol. Not to. Luckily they were dark, or the stains would be very obvious. As if the other ropes of his cum all over the crotch of his jeans were not damning enough. Coach Carter sat upright and enveloped the sobbing girl in his arms. Moments earlier he felt like a million bucks. Now he just felt like a million tons of shit. What had he done? ‘Janine, are you conscious?’ He chose his words carefully to avoid taking responsibility. ‘You seemed to be in a trance. Like you were drugged or something. Then you. I squeezed and pulled my cock. As a youth, cock fully swollen and hard, I measured it to be north of eight inches long and fat as a soda can. Now on my best day, I barely get past limp and I doubt I measure much more than five inches in length. The thickness has remained so it hangs heavily. My poor wife still cannot get more than the head into her mouth when she tries to suck me. Squeezing again, a big drop of pre-cum oozed out and dripped to the sand. I questioned my next move. This is my. He was rich, probably why mom wanted to be with him. He was also some software engineer who worked from his laptop, meaning we would be spending excessive time together when mom and I moved in with him. I have never met my real dad, so Dan was the closest thing to what I knew of fathers. At twelve, I remember him trying to touch my breasts whenever he could. He would tickle me at any chance he had, and would run his fingers over my nipples each time. At first, I was too afraid of him to say.