I love how big strong football players always are scared of their coaches."You tell her," I said, imaging the massacre that was going to happen."I got...to go, good luck," he said, hanging up on me.I pondered how to tell her the news when a plan suddenly popped into my head. A plan so, so, so wrong, I knew it was so, so, so right. I already knew what his costume was to be because Wendy hadn't stopped talking about it for two months; I also knew it was here because she didn't trust him to remember. I would like to tongue fuck her and fingering at the same time. I like her wet pussy. So I use my fingers fast in her pussy so that I can also taste that with my tongue.I am addicted to her. I can’t live without her. I love her body smell. I became her slave. She had full command over me. If she wants me to fuck I will fuck. If she wants me to lick I will lick. I was fingering and tongue fucking her until she reached orgasm. Then it’s showtime.I also became hard due to her juices. Then I will. I kept on eating her ass, and fingering her pussy. The vibrations from her moaning, on my cock, was awesome. At the rate we were going, we both would come soon. My tongue went back to her pussy and I heard her say, “Oh Fuck Yesssssssssssssss. Eat me Babe.” So I did just that. My tongue snaked in and out of her, then up to her puckered hole, then back down. My finger was working inside her too, rubbing against her g-spot. She was grinding her pussy into my face now, so I took my other hand and. Spandex pants and tight round compression shorts topped by either tight tees and bobbing sports bras, and a couple of the outfits even have white socks and sneakers marching of their own accord. Now almost everyone is reacting to the spectacle, most of them running, hiding, or stuck fast in shock--even though it quickly becomes clear that they're after very particular targets...I watch as a guy staring like a deer in headlights is practically tackled by a pair of tight tan sweatpants and a.