" he said "I'm not gonna have your mom up here kicking my ass because you're sore tomorrow. Now get in there." "Alright, coach." I conceded as I ...urned to do as I was told and was relieved to see he had his towel around his waist. I laid down on the training table and my coach poured massage oil on my back and began working my muscles over. The relaxation it caused and the strength of his hands felt good and when I closed my eyes his enourmous cock popped into my brain. I felt my own. She just moaned and said she like to see his cock in her as I am fucking Karen. We were just slow fucking now and enjoying our love making and we could hear those two going at it again. Carol giggled and said it is good to know he is not a one and done guy. I said they really got you wound up huh? She said yeah they did, and she knows it got me horny too, to which I agreed. We started kissing again and making love for another ten minutes and we both came again, but not as intense as before. We. The nurses freaked out and called the doctors, all trying to reason with me.I stood as tall as I could and looked them in the eye. “My wife is being buried today. I intend to be there. Try to stop me and I’ll sue this place into oblivion. We clear?” It helped that I had Michael, Miguel, Jose and Dan with me, each giving off the cop/street-thug glare.They compromised, giving me a portable IV and sending a nurse along with me.There was a collective gasp as I walked into the church holding the IV. After all its a bakery not a café. The only reason her place is so popular is cause of how good her foods are, but most of that is thanks to our family history. Almost everyone in our family is a cook, chef, restaurant, café, bakery owner, etc. I just find it funny how none of us are French, Italian or mostly Spanish. Somewhere in our blood there maybe some of that, but over all were American which is a first. But anyways with all the yapping out of the way the only person in our family that.