"Yeah," Blake Warner said, filled with his own self-importance, "the Coach and I talked to him for a half an hour. He kept claiming he liked basketbal..., but he had to protect his fingers. I think he plays guitar or something. Anyway, the Coach is mad as hell about it." What's going to happen?" one of the other players asked."Well, I think the Coach is going to get Andy Burkett to call him in. I doubt he's going to say no if the School Principal asks him," he said, with a grin.The Principal. Down next to him and easily slowly removing the blanket top down his body careful not to wake him, as I pulled it down to his hips I went for it, and pulled the remaining blanket past his prize and joy.There it was, the magnificent manhood my dad had, my eyes were glued to it, it had to be 8 inchs soft with a big bulbous head that was goody with pre-cum the sweet nector I've been wanting all my life, I reached for to feel t in my hand, grasping it like a new toy, I lifted it up as one price ads. A hand moved onto her back, and another stroked down the bare side of her body, still another hand stroked her stomach and another moved up her other thigh. Her body was sending out random pulses of information, trying to tell her all that was happening, but too much was and it quit trying after a moment, it simply sat back and enjoyed the incredible sensation of being kissed by three pairs of lips and caressed by six hands.As a second finger slipped into her entrance and moved inward and back. ” Ava barely heard this, but she opened her eyes to see Jim standing beside the bed stroking his cock. “Do you like watching my husband rub his hard cock?” “Yes.” “Tell him to do something with that cock, Ava. He is waiting for you. He will do whatever you tell him, but you have to tell him, not make a suggestion. If you don’t tell him, he won’t move.” “Stop touching,” she said softly. Jim looked her in the eyes, challenging her order and continued to stroke himself. Ava sat up. There.