One started to gently stroke my boyclit, the other slipped under my balls and under my ass. His fingersworked there way along my crack, and under the ...tring of my thong untilI felt him at my gates of pleasure. He took his hand of my clit and putit on my chest, then he gently pushed my backwards onto the bed.I fell back, my ass rising high and as it was exposed, he pushed hisfinger deep into me. I cried out, first in pain, and then as he gentlymoved it, in pleasure. He worked his finger in and. "Pick walked down the main aisle of the bus, hanging on to the tops of the seats as he strode. He looked each of us over, making sure we were paying attention to what he was saying."There are a lot of good teams out there, boys. West Coast teams from UCLA, Stanford, San Diego, Oregon. Hell, New Mexico has a top- ten team, and we won't never see them unless we both get well into the NCAA tournament." He turned and started back."Hey, we're the team in the East to beat, though, Coach," said. The women stretched ropes to anchor the sheltering tarps, stones were gathered to make a fire pit, and soon a quite respectable camp had been laid out.Charley, a concerned look on his face, came over to where Pete was sitting. "How you feeling, this morning? When we pulled you out of that pilot's seat, you looked like about twenty cents worth of cat meat, but Nancy insisted that we keep you." Well, it's a sure thing that you don't need a pilot right now." Pete grinned back at him. "But, thanks. As for Pam, for the moment she was too into her pleasure, too excited by what was happening. The bestial nature of the act was equally as compelling as Chester's unique spiralling performance. The boar squealed loudly now, no doubt delighted to be afforded such a unique kind of sexual pleasure.He jerked his cock in and out; grazing against Pam's pulpy hot clit and inducing her to squeal like a sow. She jerked her buns back until they were flat against Chester's smooth belly while he continued.