The sound of the drivers door opening followed by the radio booming, disturbing the quiet of the dawn with the sound of loud radio.We hear footsteps. ... yell. The sound of a body being carried. The radio going silent. Doors slamming. The roar of the car speeding away.As the blood seeps into the morning papers lying on the back seat, all we hear is shallow breathing and a whimper. Some papers will be late today. One - Awakening 5 a.m.I knew I was up too early. But, my bladder sent me padding to. “I want you, Daddy… I want you to fuck me; I want you inside me…”I whispered close to his mouth, still biting and licking my red lips…Then he grabbed me by my waist, pressing my body against his. I could feel his throbbing dick on my mound. He reached over and kissed my neck; then he bit it, making me moan with pleasure.That man was sixty years old, but I still wanted him to fuck me… He said he loved to play rough. Then he grabbed my hair in a bunch with one hand and moved my head around so I. To me cuming is all mental. When I knew she was releasing the sensations in my loins and in my head were just too overwhelming. I picked up my pace just so she can finish a tad earlier than I did and gave me time to savor her clenching contractions subsiding But to our surprise we heard her mom, on her cellphone, hollering something loud, as she walked through the hallways. I heard it. Tina heard it. But I pushed through.I saw the look on Tina’s face when she sharply turned her head and looked. With their clothes inside. Bill and Joe followed on. ?Well I’ve still got 20 minutes? said Bill, ?so I’ll supervise you in your post-match shower. Go on, into them bike sheds.?And our heroines had to follow Bill towards the grotty old brick shelter by the disused pig sty. ?What do you mean, ‘shower’, Bill?? snapped Diana. ?We’re not dirty.??Mebbe not yet? said Bill, a bit grimly. ?But see how you look after you’ve crawled through that there pigsty! Go on, get down on your hands and.