Now the bench was shaking back and forth!Both guys were moaning. Both were grunting. Both were fucking face and sucking dick. Willy was getting finger...fucked by two of Coach’s fingers now, and was squirming on the bench. Coach reached under Willy’s thighs and lifted his legs up. As Willy’s feet reached for the sky, coach’s tongue licked up and down Willy’s crack and raked across his hole. Willy’s butt only spent about half the time actually resting on the bench as his hips raised his ass up off. Little did i know my charade was about to crack, but i blame it on sleepdeprevation and not nervousnes i had some calming agent inside of me didnt think about the cognitive side effects with those to combined so i went on head strong(im not native english speaker is this a good synonym for feeling confident? i use it as that here anyways--) But little did i know that at the register my charade started to crackle. I divided my beer and the makeup to get diffrenct receipts. Me:yeah i want a. I was even farther away, almost 40 feet away, but at least I had a direct view. And what I saw was Riaz standing there, his hair, face, torso and part of his pants wet. And I realized that after drinking half the water, Riaz had emptied the rest of it on himself, apparently to cool himself down in the warm weather. The result was obvious. His rippling chest and abs, already impressive, looked even more alluring covered in water. Which explained the look I had seen on Bela's face a while back.He. His only regret was that he had given her the satisfaction of capitulating to her brazen desirability. He would have gotten more points in his own mind if he had walked away from her a few hours ago without so much as a kiss. But then, look what he would have missed!A few hours ago! Geezus christ--Davie! She was home alone--she'd better be! Dammit--he had allowed his own sexual craving to overshadow his new-found duties to his young daughter; he had been weak when he should have been strong! He.