In all the things he’d done wrong, he wouldn’t this time. He picked up the pace minimally but still felt the guilt. Trusting his judgment, she tou...hed his arms, the left covered in tattoos of dragons that he brought back from Japan and on his right, scars on his shoulders from Afghanistan. At first, when he returned, he could only stand to be touched by her when he was numbed with liquor. Then the liquor wasn’t even enough so he drank more. And more. And more. He kissed her neck gently, once. I just can't. Christ! I need this job, and right here in the faculty john ... no ... no way."The coach might as well not have heard a word. "Don't worry. No one ever comes in here this time of day."In spite of himself, Tom was responding to the insistent hand, and then two hands as the coach turned toward him, a massive eight-inch dick pointing ramrod hard at him, while the coach's hands undid his belt and zipper and tugged on the pants until they dropped around his ankles. The coach played. I sucked back.Don’s agitated thrusting had the desired effect. I could feel the tight ring of my cervix grasping his extended probe around the shaft behind its pointy head. Don was in his final throes prior to ejaculation, simultaneously humping and jerking without really moving his cock. Carol whispered in my ear, “Don’s there, Baby. Your new husband is ready to come in you – to consummate your entry into our family. Ready to possess you, to make you ours. Welcome to our world,. I arched my neck and grasped onto my pillow, clenching my teeth. He asked if I was okay and I told him not to stop, keeping going. He pushed himself deep inside me, beginning to thrust, and I could feel his balls hitting against my ass. I gasped and opened my legs wider, letting him fill me. I didn’t remember ever having someone so big and as he moved in and out I never remembered feeling pleasure like it before either. He leaned down and bit my nipple, increasing the pressure as he.