In my fantasy, Dan wasn't anywhere near. He didn't exist. Only me and Ana, my dick and her pussy, my hands and her breasts, my lips and tongue and her..., and the blur of a crowd cheering for me as I scored! The horn marking the end of the game snapped me out of it, and I realized I was still staring at Ana, who seemed embarrassed a little, but still smiled. I had to look away and think… oddly enough, about hockey. I tried to recall the fractions of the game I observed, but everything just. He buried himself in her time and again.Finally, mercifully, he filled her rectum with semen and withdrew.As he sat down he motioned for the two women, still nude, to stand in front of him."Are you a gambler, Jennifer?" I don't know what you mean!"He smiled."I have two needs for your services this weekend. Alas, one is here and the other is on the west coast. I have here a coin. Call it Jennifer. Heads or tails?"He laughed."A rather appropriate choice, wouldn't you say?"He flipped the coin in. What they do is conduct "scenes" and within such, a repeated pattern or cycle would occur, crescendo upward in intensity until a peak is reached, and then the scene descends back to the beginning. He always incorporates a spouse, if they are there watching, into that downward crescendo with the woman in her husbands arms at the end, not his. Otherwise the intensity of the scene can psychologically impare the marriage and bond him with the woman rather than the husband. Our discussion in this. "Have I died and gone to Heaven?" Sakura wondered out loud."That's just what I was about to say." Ryan embraced her from behind, and she could feel the heat of his breath on her ear, the itch of his five-o'-clock shadow against her cheek, and his tumescent hard-on against her ass."I didn't know JET teachers got paid this well," Sakura said, giggling."They don't. I'm what you might call, uh, independently wealthy, and I decided to spring for a nice place." Sakura's heart fluttered, and she found.