I licked my lips, so eager for the fun that would happen.“Fuck me first!” moaned Coach Clarkson. “Heather, please, please, let her get to my pus...y.”That bubbly ass wiggled for a moment, then Heather rose. She had pussy cream coating her mouth, her smile broad. Her boobs jiggled as she stepped aside and made a dramatic motion ushering me towards the coach’s furred muff.“Who wants to sit on my face while Jenny fucks me?” gasped the coach, lowering herself onto her back.“I do!” Briana moaned.. ” Brie nodded again, but didn’t say anything, so Warrick decided to prod the girl’s memory further. “And how was the fashion show?”“Err,” Brie struggled to remember much of it, but she did recall bits and pieces. “There was a huge crowd and… we got our make up done on stage. That made me feel good. Then they gave us some outfits to wear, but mine was too small.”“Did it show off your private parts?” Warrick pried, playing the concerned parent.“No, not that time.”“But there was another time?”Brie. I know from what Monkton said that it’s not outside of your realm to be able to see and read between the lines. I just want, if you’ll excuse me, a layman’s view of what I have said.’ I lifted my glass up for a drink for I needed it and found that it was empty and put the glass back to have my hand patted once again as he got up to open another bottle. ‘Take your time Colin in thinking, for that is what I want you to do, think on what I’ve said and give me an honest opinion.’ He then touched. I know Merry won't have a problem with it. So I glance at Al to see if he's OK with it. He gives a nod of assent, so standing, I step close in to Angie. She runs her hands up and down the bulge feeling my cock get harder and harder as she lightly caresses it. I motion for her to remove my thong.Slowly, she grasps the waistband of the thong, tugging it down over my hips. The head of my hardening cock hangs behind the top of the thong, so Angie uses her lips to grasp the front and tug it away.