" But the coach said that you only come to practice a couple times a week. You miss more than half the scheduled practices! What is your secret?"Steph...nie knew what her secret was ... Greg, but she certainly wasn't going to tell that to a reporter. "I told you I practice a lot. I have a gym in my house as well." But who teaches you, who spots for you, who guides you?" I have a coach at home as well. Look, I don't want to be rude, but I would just like to be able to enjoy this ride home with the. "I'm fine," she croaked, swallowing hard."Are you okay with this?"Her nod was almost imperceptible.Bruiser found her clit and rubbed it in slow, lazy circles. A pleasured moan escaped her moist rose colored lips. He smiled and sped up the motion of his finger, causing her to quiver with delight.Mmm, this is sinfully delicious. A dreamy smile crossed her lips as her grip on the bedding loosened.As her heart raced and she thought it could get no more intense, Bruiser spread her legs further and. At that time my own orgasm took over, shooting cum deep down her throat.We turned face to face and began to kiss again. Her long brown hair gently ticked my face. We laughed and kissed some more, then joked about how wet the bed was from our sweat and juices.Finally, we got up and took a shower and then had a bite to eat, never taking the trouble to dress. Then it was back to bed.A couple of hours later my cock hardened up again, and we began to pet heavily. I turned on my back and Melissa. " Sir, do you realize that you were set up? The caller expected you to walk in here, just like you did, and confront Mr. Febreeze. Except, sir, Febreeze is a kind of laundry detergent, not someone's name. The man whose place this is has a totally different name."She paused for effect. "An Italian name, sir. Think stereotypical Italian." If he's the guy protecting the bastard who raped my daughter, he's a dead man."Kennedy sighed in exasperation. "Sir, you really need to think. Before you get to.