"How's it hangin'?"Dale gave Greg a bit of a cold look. "Same as always." Daleand Greg were cousins, but it often struck me that Dale wasless than ent...used about having to put up with Greg. Ioften wondered how Dale actually managed put up with Gregas well as he did.Sara just looked at Greg and shook her head."So, where's Tarzan, Jane?" Greg asked."He's working tonight." Sara replied ignoring Greg's stab.The club was packed as usual, and the patrons werebeautiful as usual. This made me feel a. He parts my cheeks and begins licking and tonguing my ass. Eventually he stands up, pushes my legs up in the air, and slides his cock in to my ass. It was a quick slide instead of the normal slow slide. I barely had time to prepare for the insertion. Immediately Coach H begins to thrust with power and speed. Coach H only thrusted like when he was about to cum. But instead of cumming Coach H kept thrusting. After several minutes Coach H pushs my legs to the side. I looked at his face and. She peeked into his lap as she placed his plate on the table. He was sure he’d heard her make a knowing sound. His heart again began to race. When she returned with the wine, she stood next to him. He could feel her eyes on him. He didn’t dare look at her while she waited for Steve to test the wine. He felt Amanda’s hand find its way back under the napkin. She rubbed the whole length of this cock. She made no attempt to hide her intentions or movements. The server took her time pouring their. He reached the dresser, snatching the envelope from it's resting place. The sight of her small arm and hand obeying his mental commands was almost more than he could take. A flash of movement in the corner of his eye made him look up. There, before his eye was the reflection of Siobhan in the mirror. It was her lovely face, her luxurious hair, her shapely, small body moving as he moved. Dale was overwhelmed by the need to cry. He choked back his tears, looking away from the mirror. .