Mit hohem Druck ergoss sich der gelbliche Cocktail aus Sperma, Pisse und Schei?e aus ihrem Arschloch in die Bepflanzung. Sie stand wieder auf und setz...e sich etwas wackelig zu uns. ?Bester D?nger ... ? sagte sie mit kr?ftiger Stimme und nahm einen gro?en Schluck aus der am Tisch stehenden Wasserflasche. ?Wir haben uns noch gar nicht vorgestellt. Meine Name ist Vivian? ? Hallo, ich bin Mike, der neue Fotograf? sagte ich ziemlich verbl?fft ?ber ihre gute Laune nach dieser Tortur. ?Geh jetzt. It was over. I was trying to cram my swollen foot back into my shoe so I could get on the court and my coach was conceding the match for me. My coach. My lover. The one person in the world I trusted more than anyone else. She had asked me and knew I wanted to go to Nationals. But she threw it all out anyway. I guess I didn’t mean as much to her as I thought. How could she do this to me?Bree was leading my makeshift cheering section in a cheer of appreciation or something. My dad was saying. In fact, she even had a driblet of drying cum running down her left leg. She sat me down, poured a glass of wine out of one bottle for me and out of the other bottle for her. Then she started to tell me of how Rick and her have been fucking since he popped her cherry at 15 and because she was jailbait, she blackmailed Rick for all kinds of stuff. As she was telling me this, my mind jumped to what I had done to Jess the year before, so I started rationalizing. My head started to swim, as I was. “We need to get out of the limo,” I said and pushed her hands away as gently but as firmly as I could so she would settle down.I checked in at the front desk with Becky hanging all over me. The desk attendant kept making faces at me like it was my fault and I just gave him an eye roll or two and then said, “Do you know what room the young lady is booked into?” I asked.“Well yours sir, I just needed your registration information and of course you will want the key. The young lady said she didn’t.