There were multiple angles in the video. Some from the side, some from behind, and some from Coach H’s POV. Coach H and I were rubbing our cocks t...rough our pants while drinking beer and watching the video. (Image: 18 year old sitting next to 58 year old man each rubbing their own cocks while watching a porno). After we finished our beers Coach H took me to his bedroom. He had me undress down to my underwear. Coach H then undressed down to his underwear. We sat down on the edge of the. ..”“Yes, I saw the damage, I also saw the new tissue. You did a good job even with the little you did, you have saved him, gave him more time. I’ll finish, you did very good.”Thantas could only stare at Sam with her mouth open, could he read minds too?Sam smiled at her then walked back to Rycon. “I think, that it’s time you no longer had the threat of death around your neck.” When Rycon put his hand to his neck Sam had to explain that it was a saying on Earth where he had grown up.“I have heard. I figured she was already dripping wet with lust."Timmy huh, you don't look much like a Timmy," he said, as he looked me up and down."I've taken to calling him Tiffany, I think it suits him better, don't you?" Jennifer giggled. Jack laughed, agreeing with her."Ya it sure does, Tiffany it is than. Come meet my friends baby doll and bring your bitch too," he told her, smirking at me. I blushed, trying to fight back tears and barely succeeding. We followed him to the living room where he. Scream for your daddy!" His voice was deeper and had a rough edge to it, like sandpaper. Then, the blows grew softer. And between each one, he started to rub my ass. It was an alternating rhythm... Whack - rub. Smack - rub. Pretty soon even those strikes became softer, more like little quick taps all over my ass. And the slow rubs turned to squeezes. Tap - long squeeze. Tap - hard squeeze.Suddenly I realized that I wasn't crying anymore. Instead, I was still. And very, very aware. I was aware.