Coach Stanton placed a hand on Brad’s shoulder. “Now comes the hard part where you have to set aside your personal feelings and think like a coach... You have to scratch two players from the lineup for tonight’s game. I’ll give you a few minutes to come up with the names and reasons why.”Brad busied himself trying to figure out who not to dress for tonight’s game. Then seeing the trainer walking past, it dawned on him what to do. A while later, Coach Stanton returned to Brad. “Okay, Coach, what. Ann's head hung forward and, goggle eyed, she moaned "Fuck that's good!"The warmth and slickness of her clasping cunt and the friction from Marty's cock felt so good that I knew I wouldn't last very long. Kay straddled my face and lowered her pussy to my mouth. She leaned forwards and began to kiss Ann and caress her breasts. Ann returned the favor."Fuck, baby, I'm gonna blow," moaned Marty."Give it to me, give all of it to me", Ann replied."CUMMING," he groaned. I felt sudden warmth as my cock. They went backstage, but in range of a TV, so they could watch the other couples skate.The Canadians skated excellently. They got top marks and a standing ovation from their home country crowd.The Russians were just OK, and came nowhere near to the Canadians. Sophia, in fact, said to Warren, "Amy and Ryan should've beat that. Courtney and Evan, too. That was weak." Ah, well, you know how it goes," Warren laughed.Then came the Brits. They were good, but not as good as the Canadians.So, it was. His hands then found their way to her tits. He squeezed them softly then pulled her back so her body was flush against his. Emma’s head lolled to back resting on Nick’s chest as he pinched and pulled her nipples making them harder then they already were. Her hands moved up to his head and she locked them around his neck. He softly kissed her neck and she moaned. “I need you inside me,” she whispered. Nick bit the area he was kissing and sucked a little. As she gasped in pleasure he reached.