Peter came into the laundromat that next week on the same night,slightly earlier than the last time. A handful of others were there,but it wasn't crow...ed. It was warm inside and Peter thought he mustlook horribly overdressed in jeans and a baggy sweatshirt, but heneeded the extra layer to help hide what he was wearing underneath.Like before, Tyler stood behind the counter with his nose buried in abook. He looked up at Peter as he came in, glancing casually in hisdirection before going right. I also got in touch with a girl I had met at Duane Olchick's clinic who had impressed me with her play. Posey Smith was from Meadowdale, had been an All-State selection all four years of high school, and was chosen as a second-team All-American her senior year.Hap Olson, the starting center midfielder on our team, had been enrolled as a student for my summer clinic, but I persuaded him to join my staff as an instructor. His play had matured so much during our season, I knew he would be able to. It clearly made her hot as hell to see Jan standing there, unsatisfied and rejected.And I felt a fierce feeling of triumph. I had struggled to win her, and I had won! I felt a wild joy I can hardly describe. Oh, Ingrid! Oh, Ingrid, beautiful, delectable, horny hot chick of mine! Mine!I kissed her lips passionately. We were both so horny by now, that we could not keep up the regular movement of the dance. Our bodies forced their own jerky rhythm upon us.Ingrid continually uttered soft, moaning. Ann was screaming but he didn’t give a fuck about her. He wanted to unload into her for his own pleasure. She was still begging him not to stop as she forced her fingers to the back of her cunt. Her cunt muscles were gripping her fingers and Rick’s cock pounding away in her ass was intensifying her orgasm. This is what she needed; Brutal force against her uncontrollable body. “And the best was yet to come,” she knew. Rick started grunting and Ann knew he was going to cum. Her body was going to.