Coach Brayton was a home grown hero, having played three sports at WSU, becoming the school's first ever All-American selection as a shortstop in 1947... We were not coming into this team as saviors, we were coming in as more fuel for the already dynamic Cougar dynamo.We'd lost All-American John Olerud Sr., who'd graduated the previous year, but we still had Dale Ford, who looked to have one of those kind of years, and we had coach Brayton. In our first series, I saw action only as a pinch. He hoped none of the other women saw that delighted grin he tried to keep from showing.They set out early the next morning both eager to get to the ranch, once there the hustled to the bed room rapidly taking each other's clothes off and fell on the bed, Will quickly was quickly between Becky's welcoming thighs and started pounding her hard. This was one of those animal mating times, just flashing hips and guttural grunts from Will and shaking quivering legs in a wide V around him from Becky,. She was rolling her hips, and swaying like a belly dancer, as I pulled my hands back to her top, and with the heels of my hands, I slid back, to the sides of her firm breasts. We were still kissing, and Chelsea moaned into my mouth.I hooked my thumbs under the small cups of her bikini, and ran them back to where the strings were tied. I pulled the ends, and the strings fell across my arms, and her top was loose on her breasts.Chelsea rubbed her breasts back and forth across my chest, making her. The room is getting cold now and I get up to close the window. As I do so, my now-enormous cock sways before me and I linger in front of the window, hoping someone outside can see it sticking past the bottom of my sweatshirt. My new friend was making small gasps of surprise every time I touched, nosed or tongued her in a new place. She reached down and pulled my hips toward her, forcing me to lie on my side with my nose between her thighs and my cock resting wetly between her lips.She was mad.