“Reg, I told you that I’m a stud. When I take a woman home from the club, I can fuck all night,” he informed me, with a look of superiority on h...s face.Once I was bent over the sofa, Dylan lubed up his dick with spit before firmly entering my backside. As was the case earlier, Dylan was in no rush and his variation of pace was awesome. I also got into the action by tugging on my dick as he fucked me. The excitement of the day got to me very shortly and as I was about to unload, Dylan told me to. Vanessa, ran her hand down her pussy and opened her labia. With her other hand she slid 2 fingers in and out of her hole. Even though we were in the steam room, I could tell that her pussy was wet. “ Smell this.” Vanessa said after removing her fingers from her cunt. “What? I'm not smelling your fingers. I have a pussy. I know what they smell like.” I said in disbelief. “Trust me. Just smell.” I don't know what made me smell her fingers. It's silly when I think about it but I'm. The first one hit her on the chest. The second around her midsection, and the last one landed on her knees, and ran down her leg. I looked at her in shock. I don't know who was more embarrassed her or me. After all, she had barged in on me. This was totally an accident. But there she was, covered in my cum, and my hard dripping cock still in my hands. We stared each other in the eyes for what seemed like a week. Then our gaze broke. She looked down at my still hard cock, looked at her cum. " No fucking way," yelled Weasel. "I won the position, not the temporary assignment." One more outburst like that and you will be benched for the remainder of the season," warned Coach. "This is not your decision to make. Mr. Porter is our starting defenseman. End of discussion."I stood up. "You know what, Coach? Maybe it would be a fair test for me." I walked over to the next row of lockers, where Weasel was sitting. He was, for all intents and purposes, sitting by himself. The nearest player.