Collins, Mrs. C or Ma’am. But by now many of the boys, teammates or friends of my sons, were calling me Joan or Joanie. After they had humped the he...l out of me and left a big sticky load in me somewhere there wasn’t any need in being so formal anymore. Make sense?Craig laughed and told me that I might want to do something before they started tearing the bus apart. Coach laughed and informed me that we were getting close. Only two or two and a half hours left before we got there. I asked them. They way they reacted towards one another had a playful, energetic quality; and seeing this had made Robert feel that curiously 'pleasurable ache' (as he'd taken to calling it). It was directly related to the realization that, for whatever reason, he was not lucky when it came to attracting women! There was no resentment towards the black guy for having attracted his pretty white girlfriend (or possibly wife). No. He didn't resent either of them; though he did feel something like wistfulness;. I swallowed his load and sucked as much as I could out of him. Ghost pulled away and Yankee was the next in line. I moaned in pleasure as Franky brutally pounded my ass. Before Yankee shoved his dick in my mouth, Franky spun me around, his dick still buried in my ass, till I was laying on my back on the couch, my legs spread wide and my knees pushed to my shouders, Franky having hooked my legs behind my knees with his thick arms as he plowed my cunt. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the taboo. You get naked too."I had paused when she spoke and then she squeezed her fists in my hair and I began to suck on her nipple again. A few minutes I was back between her legs. Her thighs were squeezing my head and my hair was in a death grip. I heard some talking but it was not loud enough and besides, I didn't care.Betts came noisily again and I slowed down. Her legs came apart and I could breathe better. My scalp hurt a bit less. Betts became excited again and I was locked in the place she.