"I want to know. Need to know, dammit."Out came the rush of tears, making him feel like a first class asshole for pushing her so hard.Ally's lower lip...quivered as she reached over to her nightstand and pulled a book out of the tiny drawer. She handed it to Ben, waiting for his reaction.He skimmed the cover, flipped it over to read the blurb on the back, and then shrugged. "So? Lots of women read romance novels." Look at the author's name..." Sally Collins... Should I know her?" he asked,. Before I realized what was happening in she had lifted my head slightly and slipped the leather hood or helmet over my head. She moved it to around a little until there were openings over my eyes and mouth. I could feel something on the inside poking at my nose and she fooled with it a little until I felt two tubes pushed into and up my nostrils. She turned my head to the wall and I could feel her tightening the laces that now ran down the back of my head. It was actually very comfortable, a. She slipped in to see who it might be and noticed a gym bag on a bench belonging to Mike. Mike was the football coach and the center of everyone’s dreams of late. A divorce had left him single and very much available. Donna had not made a play at him, afraid that it might mess things up at work, but she couldn’t pass up a peek at him in the shower.She slipped her way through the dressing room and to the shower door. She peeked around and saw his chiseled body engulfed in a room full of steamy. I was somewhat in disbelief at how tight she was. Her pussy was even tighter than Katie’s was! I started picking up the pace and fucking her fast and deep, pulling all the way out and forcing my cock all the way in with every stroke. By now I was looking down at her phat ass rippling from the vigorous fucking she was enduring. I balled her shirt up with one fist on grabbed her long gray hair with the other and pounded her like there was no tomorrow. As I looked down I could see her toes.