” The coach’s voice announced as they entered the room. “I told you I’d make good!”“That’s one of their cheerleaders?” one person aske... dubiously. Tegan couldn’t help but concur.“Yeah, I think I recognise her. That’s Becky isn’t it? Morris’ girl?” Countered another. There was a general murmur of agreement, and apparent malice towards ‘Morris’, whoever that was.“Well she’s all yours, just try and get done before midnight so she ain’t missed.” The coach said guardedly. Tegan swivelled her head. ? "Wha...."Emma didn't seem interested in talking.? She guided him to the floor andbegan kissing and licking him all over.? He just lay there and groaned,unable to resist. His shrunken dick was responding to her ministrations,gradually lengthening and hardening.? He couldn't believe he could gethard again so soon, but he seemed to be operating in a twilight zonewhere anything was possible. He just went with it.Once he'd gotten hard enough for her taste, Emma straddled him and fedhis member into. She started to tease Jerome, and stroke his cock, which was quickly stiffening to her touch. It did feel very weird, watching another woman fondling my husband so intimately, though I realised that in a strange way, thinking about it was actually worse than seeing it. Also, I now liked Fran enormously, and had long since become reconciled to their relationship. Besides that, being the voyeur started to get to me too. I had found that I got off quite a lot watching John and Jenny making love,. "Can you?" I ask, entering into the spirit of the game. Your answering smile is knowing, teasing, and lustful all at once."I can do whatever you can imagine, and a whole lot more!"Your boast tickles me, and I chuckle, a low, delighted sound, followed almost immediately by a moan of pleasure as you take my mouth in a hungry kiss. The room is silent as we taste each other, and savor the flavor of our growing passion. I can still taste a hint of the drink you had just before we repaired to bed,.