‘Explain this.’ The tangle of red and black hairs, evidence of climactic proportions, didn’t require an explanation as far as Hannah was concer...ed. ‘You figure it out, Sherlock.’ ‘Get up.’ When she stood, he grabbed her by the wrist and sniffed her fingers. Hannah hadn’t washed her hands. The grimace on his face said, ‘I smell pussy.’ ‘Honey, what’s going on?’ Sleepy Annie waddled naked into the room. When she spied Hannah, her eyes grew large, caution stiffened her spine, and her hands. Squeezing tightly, James pulled the breast towards him and upwards, and he watched as the pain of the pressure on her nipple caused Becca's mouth to open slightly as a low moan escaped her lips.Becca met James's eyes as ordered, blushing brighter and fighting a shy smile as he bent down. A wave of desire swept through her as his hand took her breast. A soft moan purred from her lips as she thrust her chest towards his touch more. Her senses became focused as James's strong finger and thumb. Faded bikini tan lines swirled across Ashley's whitening skin as the last reminisces of summer disappeared. My grasp on her ribs tightened as I struggled to control my bestial urge to mate with this young, vulnerable female who was allowing me to touch her sensitive areas. Suddenly, a hand started tugging on my cock causing a groan to slip from my throat. Ashley bent over, exposing her slick, pink pussy lips like a bitch in heat. "C'mon, Rich," she coaxed softly, wiggling her perfect ass at me. Coach Hendricks couldn’t have been prouder of her girls and was quite happy with Mr. Klein who’d saved them from losing Patty for two games. She thought he might be interested since he saved her butt with Patricia’s issue and met her for drinks to talk about the team. But it seemed like he was really just all about business. She sighed feeling pity for the man. He didn’t have a team of his own to coach and he obviously missed it. He wasn’t willing to talk much about his wife beyond explaining.