"Oh, god..." He managed, and she felt the first tears on her cheeks. She'd known it would be emotional, she'd been awake for hours nestled comfortably...in his arms the night before. He, of course, had slipped off in an instant, but she had to prepare herself. She shouldn't have to, it should have been the most natural thing in the world, and she felt guilty about it nonetheless. It was almost like she couldn't really give herself up properly, she had to build up to it, gather her courage. It was. Something was tranquilizing him. “What did you do to me, Sara? Why is she here?” With effort, he struggled out of bed and got his balance. His mind felt sharp, but his body was weak. “How adorable,” the new woman cut in. “You still let him call you by your first name?” She finished with her buckle and shrugged her jacket off, revealing a transparent nightie that stopped just below her hips, framing her hourglass figure. She wore barely opaque white panties with a matching bra that her breasts. He walks up and leans against the side of the truck. “I don’t understand how you sit through our practices,” Jonathan laughs. “I go home, change, and get shave ice before I come and sit around,” I retort. “It’s still like four hours,” he teases. “It’s like one and a half,” I say. Isaiah walks out of the locker room. As he walks towards me I slide off the hood. As soon as my feet hit the ground his hands are at my waist, pulling me towards him. I kiss him softly. I don’t like kissing him in. I latch onto her nipple as she fucks me harder and harder my cock head grazing her cervix with each deep thrust. I can feel her vagina gripping me tighter as she pulls back and looks me in the eye.“Matt” she says, mouth left slightly open. My eyes meet hers and she nods.“Danielle” I moan and she moans in response.Her hips now meeting my thrusts with a fierce intensity and pace. She grunts a couple of times and I feel the pressure of her vagina against my cock. Her hips pull close to me, my cock.