Much bigger than his finger. His finger hurt a little bit, so why was I doing this. This was going to hurt. Could it even feel good? There was only on... way to finger out. He started pressing his head harder against my hole. I could feel myself opening up. It didn't feel good. It hurt. Then, after a moment, it felt good. "That hurts Coach, go slow," I told him.He nodded at me and I could tell he was going slow. His head started going further and further in and I winced in pain.It hurt but it. "One of my engineering professors was lecturing us on how fast they could get things done. 'Just get the damn thing built' seemed to be their motto." Well, that was pretty much their attitude all right," Kevin confirmed. "Mind you, they had a couple of guys who were flat out geniuses, so that didn't hurt." You'll have to be my genius," I kidded."John, with this project, one plus one can equal three if we do it right." What do you mean?" I mean, if we work as a team and we both know where we're. "Oh!" Melanie gasped; opening her eyes at the same moment as the rhythm of the dance sent them turning in a broad curve. And it was then that she saw the other two couples, dancing completely oblivious of her shocked gaze.At first she did not understand what she was seeing. Their bodies were jammed together tightly as if they had melted into each other. They were moving slowly, almost imperceptibly, as if the music seemed even more sensuous to them than it did to her. Liza's arms were wrapped. Lockie could see Carter's tongue lap against Monroe's pink piss flaps. She moved forward and planted a wet kiss on Lockie, moaning into his mouth as Carter started tugging on her clit ring. "Fuck!" She uttered. Lockie pushed his helmet against Carter's back door, gently increasing the force until his helmet entered. Carter grunted again. His ripped stomach breathing heaving. Lockie grabbed one of his hips and slowly began to move in and out of him. "I have been fucking him with a dildo all.