He was uncut, so I pushed his foreskin back with my lips and tongue. His cockhead was shiny and smooth, and the tiny bit of pre-cum issuing forth fro... his dick tasted superb. By this time I had my big 8-inch cock out of my pants to let him have a go at it and he didn’t waste any time. He leaned over and took the head of my cock in his mouth and swirled his tongue around it. I kept pushing my pants lower and lower so he could have a go at my balls, too. The fact that we were in the front. If it doesn’t, you might have to get me the same deal he got.”“Speaking of which, Mr. Voorhees filed suit yesterday.”That meant they’d filed our civil suit against Zander for when his driver almost killed me.“Good. I’m in no mood to play games with him, either,” I admitted.“You want some more bad news?”“What else?”“Stewart, from the NCAA, wants to meet with us. Mr. Morris sent him the video from the dinner with Coach Foster. By the way, I played golf with Coach Foster yesterday, and he never. I opened the door to find a slim, scruffy looking, bearded man in thriftstore clothing."Can I help you?" I asked confused."It's me", the man said in desperation. "It's Anna."I was shocked. "Anna? Really? You look awful." Yes, its me. Can I come in. We have to help each other!" he looked likehe was on the verge of tears.I stepped to the side and allowed the man to enter. He stepped forwardand as he walked past me and into the room I couldn't help but noticethat he had a very strange way of. She looked over her shoulder at him, "Steve, god damnit, FUCK! ME!" With each stressed word she pushed herself back on his cock, sparks flying from her sopping cunt through her body as she did so as his rod plowed her depths.She was rewarded with her stud pulling her hips back so that she'd fall backwards if he wasn't there, cock lodged inside her. Her hands were on the countertop, now somewhat in front of her as her hair swung with his thrusts. Her tits were swaying as much as her bra would.