Simmonds had never heard her sound like that. It was wonderful.Another punch. Another deep, low groan.He was talking to her, but Simmonds couldn’t q...ite hear.And then more crying. A scream. The bedroom door flung open and Simmonds looked down the hallway and saw the naked Fleming pulling his wife by her hair across the hard wood floor to their bathroom. He saw Fleming’s angry, hard cock, wet with his wife’s spittle. He saw violent marks on her face. Monica’s hands clasped onto Fleming’s wrists,. Her hand went below the table and her hips slid forward. She was nervous, but excited. As I gawked I said, ‘It’s too bad I can’t get a look under the table.’ ‘Yeah, too bad.’ She wasn’t very talkative now, which was a good sign. I knew her pretty legs were spread and her hand was up her skirt. Probably by now it was inside her panties, but this time I couldn’t watch the intimate details, only her face. She began to relax, then began to get into it. She glanced around furtively a couple more. Holding the two footballs against my boobs, I walked into Coach Ryans office. His head was down, doing some paper work. I walk in and stood by his desk, Hello Coach Ryan. So, have you thought who would be getting the post of the Captain of out Football team No Jenna, I still havent decided. But I guess it will be Brit.. Mostly Saying this coach Ryan looked up and saw me semi naked, holding two footballs against my boobs. I saw his face light up. Care to hand me the footballs Jenna? Coach Ryan. As we do my hand strokes his cock; I get a kick out of the way it grows in my hand. When we're ready, he enters me, and by this time I am wet enough to take his whole length. “Jon, do not hold back, fuck me hard.” I need not have said it, because that is clearly his intention, to fuck was long deep and slow. I come first, but he soon follows. “Jon, I hope this is the first of many such interludes.” He smiles. “Only an author could come up with a line like that, Miss Claire.” I then dress,.