Coach dropped his pants and guided his cock into Little Piggy's waiting mouth. He pushed forward and she slid on the table.Mr. Newnen pushed the prong... in which slid her back across the table and further down on Coach's huge dick. With every push of his cock she twitched and jerked. She was pushed back and forth with the cock deep in her throat and the prongs deep in her pucker and folds. Her little pea was burning and the little rubbing it was receiving from Mr. Newnen's hand wasn't. " He's a good guy. He really is. I wanted to be nice to him so it wasn't on a preconditioned basis. It's no good that way, for him, or, us. Do you understand that, Cully? Please think about it in that frame of reality. I'm not doing this just for you, but, for us, and for him. We made a connection. That's why I went with him to start with. That was our only chance. If he goes to that cruiser alone you'd a spent the night in jail, at least a night. The judge would throw the book at us. I can't. He glanced over at Chuck. “For a long time, I didn’t but your father helped me see the error of my ways.” John finished as he leaned down, and used his pointing finger to tilt Kyle’s head upwards. Softly, John cupped the back of Kyle’s head and brought his lips in to contact with Kyle’s. Kyle straining on his tip toes, kissed back passionately. Mr. Dooley slowly began stroking Kyle’s cock again. Chuck let out a slow whistle, “Fuck that’s hot.” He finished as he stepped closer within arm’s. ”“And it’s really a road car, right? High-speed grand touring?”“Yes, sir.”“Look, Kimberly, why don’t you come into the office — we’re not that far away — and Bill and I will explain what we have in mind.” He paused and then added, “And don’t bother to dress. Whatever you’re wearing right now would be fine.”“But what if I’m not dressed at all?” she asked with a giggle.“Better yet!” he replied with a aural leer.Kim was at the office less than fifteen minutes later and was told by the receptionist.