"Hi, Coach," he said after opening it. The coach walked into the motel room. I tried to look thoughtful as I tossed in thirty-five cents. Then I smile... as fakely as I could and tossed in another quarter.Larry studied me, then tossed two quarters of his own.Mike didn't hesitate. He flipped a fifty-cent piece up in the air, and it landed in the pot. Then he added another. I felt a large body behind me as I studied the pot, I knew the coach was watching.I got a thing for Kennedys. I wanted Mike's.. ’ As she lifted her hips he pushed his cock in till he had it all the way in her then he began humping her hard and deep. She felt so good. She was young and tight and wanted as him bad as he wanted her. She was warm and wet and kept thrusting herself to his cock as it fucked her hard and deep. He fucked her hard and sucked on her tits grabbing the nipples with his teeth. He loved her huge jugs and she seemed to love the attention he was giving them. When he finally filled her full of his. Seems like I never get around the waiting. Crime novels have hero sitting with cup of coffee in stylish muscle car, outside of residence. Hero waits for signal. Hero waits for suspect. Hero jumps valiantly from car and finishes climactic battle with scum. Saves day. Took five pages. Read it in two minutes, tops. Life not like that. Job involves more hours staring at nothing than witnessing something. More hours shivering, more hours aching from position, more hours hungry. Maddening. Growing. Sigil had seemed utterly wrong for her, and she had alonging for the open, wild lands of her home. It had taken her a fewdays to get fully used to being herself, but the changes had comenaturally after she cleared that first hurdle together with Aquiel. Nowshe was fully comfortable being Elara Oakleaf, a young wild elf healerand huntress. Her old selves were still there, but they were for themost part joined together in a beautiful unity. The young elf grinned atjust how strange the situation.