But when I looked up I saw the entire football team half naked getting ready to take their showers all staring at me with my hand up my skirt and in m... thong playing with myself . I should have been ashamed and I should have ran away but seeing them all half naked and seeing how hard they were getting just from watching me play with myself made me so horny and wet that I couldnt think of anything else but their big hard cocks. All I could think about their cocks is how I wanted them in my mouth. “Yes, it does feel good, doesn’t it?” Alex asked. “And now you will see how good it can really feel.” He spoke these last words with such glee and picked up his pace. John was amazed – the demon was fucking his wife so hard he was sure she would be hurt. Instead, she threw her head back and moaned, “OH FUCK! That’s amazing! Right there, oh…my…GOD! RIGHT THERE!!!” Without warning, Alex stopped. Sherry whimpered, and John could see she was trying to move herself backward on his cock. “What. "Ted. I'm telling you again. Back ... off."That stopped him, and his next comment tumbled out without any fire. "What will I tell John?"Her venomous gaze drained any last obstinacy from him. "Well, Ted. I'm pretty sure you can figure it out on your own." Brianna, I still think you're too involved."Brianna rolled her eyes. Why couldn't she get her sister to see? She HAD to be involved. She'd just spent the entire drive trying to convince Tammy she had to go to see Jack and Abigail immediately.. Chilling, drinking beer, eating nachos, onion rings and pizza. Talking about chicks and shit. Eyeballing the different sports on the TV screens. One of the boys had read on the net about a guy in California who had banged thirty different chicks in thirty nights. A world record the guy claimed. Wow. We were all impressed. Because we thought we were all that, and more. We were. Good looking, well built, young, with decent jobs and our own places. Whats not to love, right ladies? We were all.