Since it was YMCA sponsored, at the end of the season, the top two teams would go on to the state tournament played here in Las Vegas. There was also ... Southwest tournament for those that qualified, but for now, we should just worry about getting seven to ten girls for the team, and getting a coach. We'd also need uniforms, but he knew about the girls at the park, and if they wanted to wear just matching t-shirts with numbers drawn on then, he'd be fine with it.I drove back, and told them about. She massaged her inner thighs, and took a long look at me. “Mount me,” she said, her breathing heavy and beckoning. Her voice quivered with need, ached with her uncontrolled addiction.“Can’t we rest,” I asked, completely convinced I couldn’t get it up for at least a few hours. Her answer was to grab me and throw me on top of herself. Without a word she grabbed my cock and massaged it back to life, her tongue licking her lips in hunger. “I need you,” she said. “The heat’s still there. It’s. ” She grabbed my hand and placed it where she had indicated. My fingers traced the outline of her flesh through the denim, half-heartedly at best. “Feels fine to me.” “You’re just being nice.” Leigh twisted round to face me again. “You don’t have to be nice, I know it’s not like it should be.” “I’ll take your word for it then. But it still looks fine to me.” I almost gulped before I said the next words that came out of my mouth, “You look great to me.” Leigh looked down over the rim of her. “Please, please, Master! Mistress! I'm your slave-wife! I need it! I need all your hot spunk spurting into me.”“Gods, yes!” Sven groaned, slamming into my massaging asshole, the friction keeping my orgasms alive.“Just keep working that cunt up and down my dick!” Ealaín groaned. “Rithi's inspiring touch! Just... Just... Yes!”The hermaphrodite's dick erupted. Her cum fired into my pussy. I whimpered, my convulsing snatch writhing about her cock, milking out all her cum. Another orgasm surged.