As usual Jeanna had a plan to siphon off part of the oil through the new property as oil found on our property by angle drilling. The goal behind that...was to transfer more of Jeanna’s wealth to Marcy without paying the massive income taxes that would happen if she died and left it to Marcy in an estate or gave the money as a gift.The deal was so liked by our and Jeanna’s tax professionals that angle drilling had already started. I wondered if that made us oil tycoons or oil barons. Would it be. Saturday nights were their featured pride night and it always turned out to be a good time. I hadn't gone since Kayla and I's break had begun but Tanner had been having a rough week and had practically begged me to go. I begrudgingly agreed. the evening neared and I began to get ready. I combed and straightened my shoulder length dark brown hair. It fell in layers around my face and actually looked pretty good at the moment. I put on some Jean shorts and a camisole and a fitted t shirt that. His movements started growing sluggish and less focused, I knew the end was coming. Finally I felt his teeth bite down and I lost control of my body, coming in a way I never had before. It was almost painful. I didn’t think it would ever stop. He let out a litany of curses and stopped thrusting, grinding deeply instead into my ready pussy. With one final curse he came, shooting an unbelievable amount of hot cum inside me in multiple bursts that made me wonder when he fucked last. After we. ..good or bad, so I kept my mouth shut. I'vehad boyfriends in the past but nobody ever went all the waywith me. Actually the coach was the first guy to ever puthis finger in my pussy. I have to tell you, it was pretty excitingand scarey at the same time.The coach wore these thick polyester type shorts and healways had keys jingling in his pocket. I could hear himcoming where ever he was. On that Friday he met me in the lockerroom and then he left. I figured he went back out to the field.I don't.