I had called Coach just after we got home to tell him I would handle team travel this weekend. “I would like to have all the team members and their ...arents meet you at school Friday at 9:00am, and we would be in Detroit well rested before Noon. In fact we should arrive at school dressed in our game uniforms. I asked for the number to the Motor Coach that Coach McCarter service was using to make sure they know what time they would meet us in Detroit on Friday morning. They would be meeting us at. Vince threw her onto the bed, pumping his cock into her uterus. Vince went faster, talking dirty to her. ‘You like that? Huh, Trish? You wanna be my bitch? Can you handle this?’ Her responses were loud moans. Trish was letting her crazyness out on her breasts, squeezing them harder. ‘Ooooh god! Yes! Fuck me harder!’ Her cunt was turning red. Vince blew his load all over her body, flipping her over. She stood on her knees, holding onto the bed sheets. Vince saw her ass, still red from Shane’s. I'm not your plaything, Holland." Although her voice was soft, there seemed to be an implicit threat underlying her tone. Her long dark hair fell over her face and brushed against his skin. "You need me, Holland. You need someone who is your equal ... That's why you don't date. You only hire tramps and sluts to satisfy your desires because you haven't met any woman who's as smart as you are..." Yes," he said again, pulling Miriam's body closer against him. "I need you, Miriam."She pulled back. "Come," she breathed, dark eyes glittering in her dark face, "Come and let me wash the dust from you." After she had, she tasted of him what she could.Together they played and frolicked in the cold, clear water, after McAllister drank his fill, and they made love in the grass beside the stream until the starry sky framed her glorious hair, and the moonlight lit her body and traced it in light and shadow. McAllister felt his breath catch as she gripped him and rose over him to mount him..