I’m Mike. We are the guys that are going to fuck your wife’s pretty cunt tonight.” Jay burst out laughing, “Shit man. Guess I’ll go fi...st.” He pulled her hair and threw her back onto the bed. Cindy pushed herself backwards to distance herself from the large man. He loomed over her and pinned her down. Mark couldn’t do a thing but watch and it tore him up. If he tried to stop this heinous act, he could wind up dead. Cindy could too. The risk was too high. Mikes eyes. His fat gut was over-hanging his huge white boxers as his chest rose and fell rhythmically in time with his loud snoring. In any other circumstances I would have had to laugh at the sight. At that moment though, I just ignored it."Out here John."I looked out onto the balcony to find Claire sat in one of the heavily-padded loungers provided for the usually important occupants of this suite. She had obviously changed her dress after coming back from the bar. Now she was wearing a black silky robe. Don’t quote me on this, though. I don’t want to jinx it. My good friend and mentor, Head Football Coach and Athletic Director Luke Walker is a man of vision. A tall, wiry, dark-skinned, middle-aged but still solid man with a shiny shaved head. Always sporting a dark blue jacket and his whistle. He built the Saint Vincent University Department of Athletics from the ground up. And in doing so he changed the face of the school. Ten years ago, the school was in seriously bad shape. The student body. Max wrapped his arms around her and hugged her back just as tightly. With her lush boobs mashing firmly against his body, his cock was swarming with heat, threatening to swell up hard against her. But at the moment he didn’t care. He was barely even aware of it. It was like he was hugging her for the first time, and he practically forgot she was his daughter.“I’ve missed you more than you can imagine,” he told her, burying his face against her neck and inhaling the scent of her perfume.“Oh yes.