The coach looked at Gerald in the eyes. He shook his head and smiled. "About fucking time!" he said shaking his head."Coach?" Gerald said stunned.The ...oach walked away from him. "Terry!" he yelled to the backup quarterback. "Take a seat on the bench son."Terry walked past Gerald confused."Well let's see what ya got!" the coach yelled.Before Gerald could take a snap of the ball, everybody stopped and was looking at the bleachers. When he turned to look, he saw Chelsea and Sandy making their way. " Just put the whole liner bag in the big rolling trash can in the garage," I told them. "There are more bags on the shelf on the left hand wall above the trash can there." They were soon back, with a new bag in the trash can.They then attacked the refrigerator side of the machine with the bleach water. They pulled out the racks and bins and washed everything. The movable stuff, like racks and bins, were taken to the bathroom and washed in the tub. The insides were washed with the sponges. The. She could just smother my face with them any day of the week." Desiree, why don't you let Chris feel your tits on his face," I ordered.Desiree and Xiu were tied for having the biggest tits amongst the sluts. The Latina stood up, slipping out of her maids outfit, exposing her beautiful, nut-brown breasts and dark, pink nipples. Chris groaned in lust, his cock sticking straight up. Desiree straddled him about the waist and slowly lowered herself on his cock, moaning wantonly as he filled her up.. Was pretty bad.”“Did you drink too?” he asked.“A little. I was a designated driver for the group,” I recovered. “There were a few of us. He drank the most. But he’s fine now. Anyway, want to watch a movie?”John shrugged. I hoped changing the subject worked. “Or, you wanna do something else?” I nudged his arm.“I don’t know,” John pouted.“Come on, might make you feel better. I’m sure you don’t like a big, sexy black man in our home,” I slid my hand into John’s boxers.“It’s not that, it’s.