I grabbed her and stuck my tongue in her mouth. When I finally let her go, she took my leather jacket off and then kissed me back. I don’t remember ...ow long that went on, but I had my hands around her ass, grabbing and lifting her off the floor and sinking my tongue in her mouth.I finally put her down. She took me into her kitchen and pulled out some glasses and vodka from her freezer. She mixed up a couple of martinis for us and took me on a tour of her place. It fucking looks like a million. Sliding his hand down Rosita’s legs, grazing her thighs, squeezing her calfs, he ripped off the laces of the stiletto in one forceful pull, sending the once perfect bow into chaos. Applying the same force to her other leg, both stilettos came off nearly in fright. Now to release Rosita’s supple, hot and steamy breasts. Ripping off what some might consider a dress, her breasts were throbbing, erecting its nipples at its freer in an effort to bring him closer for a proper thank you. Smelling. Coach H only thrusted like when he was about to cum. But instead of cumming Coach H kept thrusting. After several minutes Coach H pushs my legs to the side. I looked at his face and he had a stern almost angry look. I kept my mouth shut and let Coach H keep on thrusting his cock back and forth in my ass. My ass was starting to hurt. There was no longer enough lubrication. I reach out and put my hand against Coach H’s hairy chest. I could feel his heart beating. I tell him that more. Oh well, I thought, that went pretty well. Now, it didn't really matter what dad said.A female voice answered the phone at dad's apartment, "bonjour." "Bonjour. Puis-je parle avec mon pere?" Certainement." She called out to the distance. "Hector, c'est ta jeune fille." Impossible, je n'ai pas une jeune fille."?"Alex, is that you fucking around again?" That's not a very friendly greeting. Thanks for telling me you dumped mom. Aren't you going to introduce me to your little French whore?".