." If it wasn't for Alex ... you might not."Marjory gave her a sleeping tablet that night – Thursday. She woke feeling dozy, but at least she'd had ... full night's sleep. The doctor examined her thoroughly and sent off specimens for every test she could think of. There appeared to be no serious damage ... only time would tell if she had any diseases. As she left, the doctor prayed she wouldn't find HIV antibodies.That evening, the Traffords sat down with Zoe."Zoe, this is going to sound unfair,. 'God, if my wife saw me now.' He didn't want to imagine it. Coach Ryan loved his wife. He couldn't picture his life without her. And yet..."Mmmm, that feels great, Sir Coach." Ryan had to agree. After taking his much needed night's rest, he had regained his sexual appetite, and it was showing in his body's movements. He was forcing himself lower, pushing the boy down. Soon, Sam couldn't push back anymore. He was sandwiched between the floor and the Coach. Ryan needed release. He was inches from. That bra is not doing much to hold them back. Bet they are a bit sensitive.””A bit! Every little movement creates a powerful tingle. If you could get your hands on them I would probably cum! This is only happening because of you and my anticipation of tomorrow. I should probably not be telling you this, but it is apparently crystal clear. This has been building all week. Obviously I am eager and aroused about tomorrow. It is going to be so nice to have more than a couple of hours together,. Please fuck my pussy!” He laughed, “There now, was that so hard to say? You want me to fuck your pussy?” I felt the head of his cock poised at my hole. “Fuck my pussy! Yea, I want you to fuck my hot wet fat pussy!” The words came out easily now. “Slide your cock inside of me and fuck me.” I felt his hands grab my ankles and he spread them out and over his head. His cock slowly pressing into my pussy deeper and deeper. I could feel my pussy involuntarily clamp down to pull his cock.