I could see her coconut-like breasts and her pubic hair and the little wet slit of her yoni hiding beneath frizzy, fuzzy hair..I reached out to her an... guided her to the wall. I went down on my knees before her and ran my hands between her legs and clutched the back of her thighs. I lifted her legs up and she leaned back Against the wall.I buried my face in her pussy. I rubbed my lips, my nose, my whole face on her vulva.She sighed with pleasure and grasped my head and threw her legs over and. She felt his huge snake push its way into her, well reamed and lubricated though she had been, this tool was stretching her to her limits, she screamed, not just from pain more from surprise at the size. He was all Tony was not, he started slow, gentle even, just moving gentle and slow the outer skin of the snake barely moving in its velvet female sheath, the stiff core doing all the work, rippling to and from and causing her to groan and come once more. Slowly oh so slowly he increased the. If one goes well out of play, she’ll throw a new ball in and then shag the errant ball, so please don’t go chasing after them. Any questions?”“What about fouls,” asked Zahira.“Honor system, but I’ll call any that I see. I do have the Assistant Coach whistle. [There were a few chuckles.] For fouls in the box by the D, we’ll just have the O do a throw in from the closest side. Fouls by the O in the box will be considered clearance by the D and I will start the O anew from somewhere.”“Anything. My mother would hear me singing and tell me I had the voice of an angel. I wasn't sure about my voice though. Mothers always say that stuff, don't they?When I wasn't singing songs from our productions, I was singing Cher. God, I loved her. Her beautiful dark hair and outlandish, glittery costumes. Add in she was a total badass. I practiced emulating her voice and thought I sounded pretty good. Her distinctive contralto voice matched my own natural range. I was proud of the day I perfected that.