I had no clue in hell how I was going to survive the next thirty days with her, then another thirty days, knowing she was with Brett.Michelle got home...a little past four that afternoon. When she drove into our driveway, I went outside to meet her. I opened the door for her, and she scooted out of the car. It was obvious she’d taken the instructions from Brett seriously. She didn’t hide the fact that she wasn’t wearing panties. She was wearing a silky top that showed the outline of her breasts. Her lips had that puffiness that you want to fill them up with your cock. I would have led her up to my bedroom and ripped her asshole in my bed. But, it wasn’t that easy. If I wanted to own that body, I needed to talk to her again, make her trust me.When I glanced at her house again, I noticed how silent and tranquil it was. Then, it hit me. It was going to be a harder challenge with her kids around, especially when I am their football coach at school. Retreating to my bed, I lay down there in. “Yes, that’s it, Erin,” he growled. “Lick my balls.”Erin complied immediately, her tongue stroking and brushing his scrotum. She slurped one and then the other testicle into her mouth, tracing each with a roaming tongue.Erin looked up at Angus and saw his head turn toward the bench. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Damian and felt his presence. She could sense and feel his arousal. As Angus looked over at Damian, he told Erin what a good girl she was.Erin turned to smile at Damian and. Right before I let go, I warned, "I'm about to..." "It's okay," her tender voice said and she patted my arm with her hand. Immediately, I came extremely hard, the fluid flowing in spurting sequences, through my pulsing hard cock buried deep inside her hot moist center. My core ejected at lightning speed as it filled the barrier covering my sexuality in the depths of her pink walls of lushness. My ejaculation, so damn long and strong, felt as if I was emptying everything I had inside me, into.