” I looked back down and licked that thing from balls to cock-head. I grabbed it. Holy fucking shit, he was so huge, fucking huge. I had only seen...it in the shadows, but then the lamp flickered and I saw his cock for a few brief moments. I had both hands on it and still his knob-head stuck out above my second fist around his shaft. He was hard; fuck, he was hard. I lowered my mouth to take in the big knob. I dribbled some spit onto it, and with my fist I rubbed it around the knob and shaft. . Coach Wilson had a way of doing things that worked. He had a plan, which he called ‘the process,’ and he followed that process, and pushed it hard. That would explain why Coach Wilson ran his offense a certain way. I was sure he did the same with his defense.“The best come to Alabama to become better. We have a process. We focus on what we’re doing right now, not what it will result in. We believe that if we work hard and are focused on the task at hand, the results will take care of. Early in the morning I heard him go to the toilet, so I timed my movement so I could confront him naked, I wanted to see him look at me, make him desirous of me, compare me to my sister, the fact I was a lot younger made no difference, so as he emerged from the toilet I walked from my room and stood naked before him, too late, no turning back, and as he stared in disbelief, I smiled and said, 'Sorry', apologizing for my nakedness, making no effort to obscure my breasts or vagina, not even. At the time Barbara had no sexual feelings when she seen her k**s together. After last night though, after the powerful orgasm as she listened to Johnny seemingly giving Sarah the fucking of a lifetime Barbara couldn't get the thought of her son and daughter out of her head. rAs she was hoovering she noticed Johnny had left his phone on the table and headed to work. She never thought much of it until 2 text messages had come through and she checked his phone in case it was some kind of.