There is only way to find out….let time tell. For now we are going to check on how everything is going a couple of days before the homecoming game. ...***************************** I walked out of the gym completely worn out. Actually I still felt like I was carrying two cinder blocks in each hand. Remind me to kill Hank. Or thank him I’m not too sure yet. Yes every time I worked out with Hank, he always pushes us hard. But because he does, even though I’m always sore thanks to him, it feels. If I did try to kick, they would probably assume I'm being sexy or something.I yelp in reaction, a yelp that dies on the gag in my mouth when I feel my bra ripped apart. It was a front fabric bra but he, in his excitement tears it, or at least that's what it feels like. Just grabbed the fabric and pulled with both hands to rip it apart. To rip apart my favorite bra. Destroyed, just like I fear I'm about to be.My face goes red under my sweater as I feel my bare breasts free of the bra, exposed. She said, “ I see with a smile on her face” she grabbed my hand and took me to her bed. I began to kiss her.She kissed back, then I said, “I need to see those tits please” she smiled and undid her top. I took off her bra. They pop out at me and all I could do was stare. She ask “is this your first time” I replied “no”. “Then what are u waiting for” was her next words. Then I began to caress her breast in big circles getting smaller till I got to her nipples. She loved it, I could tell in her. "Get your prick out of my wife," I snapped.No sooner had I said it his cock was locked away in his pants. Pat, on the other hand, stood and faced them. She left her panties and jeans down by her knees."Look, we're sorry. It's our first time doing anything like this. We just thought."I interrupted and told them they thought wrong, "Pat's not a whore. We came down here for some fun, too, but she still deserves to be treated with respect."I got another apology from the guy that had started fucking.