No one wore a bra. He was thrity and had a deep thirst for sex. He was a handsome man and kept his body in great shape. Many of the girls had the hots...for him already.Today at practice he told the girls, "there are scouts coming to see my squad this week end and we need a sexy routine if we want to make it to the finals. I have hand picked all of you as you have nice tits and great asses. So we need to show them off. Make them want you bad." He walked behind the girls and pushed the shoulders. " Who was that?" Christine asked as she came out of the bedroom. She had borrowed one of my t-shirts and was toweling her hair wearing just the shirt and a pair of lacy white boy shorts."The FBI, I've got to drop some stuff by their office sometime today. Are you going to be blow-drying your hair?" I usually don't on my day off," she said, coming closer. "Why?" I've got a call to make that you can't hear, and I was hoping the blow dryer would drown me out, so I don't have to go outside."She. I love the way you think mister.” Anna secured Stacy’s face where it was, placing her hands behind Stacy’s head; wet slurping sounds soon followed. With Stacy’s mouth permanently occupied now, my masked stud turned his attention back to me. His lips came to mine and his tongue filled my mouth almost as well as his thrusting cock filled my pussy. God it was so good. I moaned in protest when he pulled out of my clasping sheath, but once he flipped me over and bent me over the back of the couch. We were living in different states at thetime and I brought it up over the phone during phonesex foreplay. We were discussing different fantasiesand turn-ons when I casually asked her if she wouldlike me to clean her up when we were done. She was abit confused and asked what I meant. I told her thatit was a fantasy of mine to eat my own cum.We discussed the details of this for a few minutes andcontinued our mutual masturbations. She could tell bymy breathing that I was approaching orgasm and.