"I waited not saying anything in case I upset him, I've still got to live here for a long time yet and with a mad man too."Do you want to hear about i...?" he asked."Sure," I agreed."I've always had the power," he said, "could spin a coin on the bar for hours, then I met Jen."He was quiet for some time I suppose he was thinking about this girl Jen."She had the power too, stronger than me or so I thought at the time, although she always said I had great power if only I could dig down deep inside. He was hard as a rock, and i could feel every vein and ridge on his cock throbbing deep inside me. Both his hands were alternating between gripping my ass and rubbing my body. I had both hands on the desk, but took a quick moment to pull off my shirt and bra, letting my big tits fall free. He reached around and grabbed and massaged my breasts without missing a beat. His thrusts were pounding into me, warming my whole body with sex. After having me from behind for a bit, he turned me around. He effortlessly picked her up and turned 90 degrees heading for the bedroom. The others present now forgotten. They can take care of themselves. She had a moment of weakness on the way down that long hall. For a moment she laughed nervously, even struggled a little. Thoughts of being released and maybe having a drink or running away flashed through her mind. But she is a strong willed person. She wrapped her arms around him, smelled his aftershave, felt his shoulders, felt his hands on her. The team was doing well and Jim was having a good year. Opposing quarterbacks quickly learned not to throw the ball to his side of the field. Not that many coaches in the area allowed their quarterbacks to throw the ball very often. Most were disciples of Woody Hayes and his “3 yards and a cloud of dust” offensive philosophy.Jim went through the condoms Debbie had given him at a fairly steady pace. He’d never been so popular. He hadn’t had a chance with Miss Hunt again, but he knew that he.