My coach. My lover. The one person in the world I trusted more than anyone else. She had asked me and knew I wanted to go to Nationals. But she threw ...t all out anyway. I guess I didn’t mean as much to her as I thought. How could she do this to me?Bree was leading my makeshift cheering section in a cheer of appreciation or something. My dad was saying something to me about pulling it together. Sam was repeating that he needed me to represent SCU and show great sportsmanship. And Lissa kept. He growled loudly and dangerously on every stroke, like a lion fighting another for a bone. He began leaning on her back, and she had to lower herself to her elbows. He thrust into her in a frenzy, with fast, full length strokes that impacted her enough to knock her body forward five inches with every one, only to have him pull her back for the next one.He let go of her hips, and his every thrust lifted her knees from the arms of the chair, leaving her suspended in compression between her. “Ada, what are you saying? What are you doing?” With that, Ada slowly reached out, and before Libby even had a chance Ada’s soft womanly fingers were on Libby’s boobs. Libby slid abruptly backward, at first, but Ada simply continued and felt one of the breasts some more. It did feel nice to Libby but she was so unaccustomed to having another person, much less another woman, feel her boob that she wasn’t sure what to do. Almost immediately Libby found she loved about it all. A hand and a woman’s. She wouldn’t be taking the memory to her grave, more likely to the landfill or my stomach. The realization of that spurred me on. I had a few remnants of morality influencing me despite the fact I was enjoying raping a child. I didn’t mind if my raping her were enjoyable to my victim, though she’d had no choice at all in it.“Oh, oh! Something’s happening to me!” Slave screamed! I probed her mouth with my tongue in time with my fucking of her tight pussy. She was cumming and she got me off,.