"Sure. Coach is about to get a cunt full of cum," said Angela."Not that," said Tiffany. "It means new warm up exercises in gymnastics class."I managed...to glance over. The six girls had the most radiant smiles."Oh, Kim!" I groaned loudly as I neared cumming."Kim?" questioned Samantha."They're fucking," said Angela. "They can be informal." Oh, my fucking yes!" Kim moaned. The final "s" sound in "yes" extended several seconds. She then released a loud triumph "Yes!"I felt her orgasm. Her pussy. When a slight clearing of the throat came through the other end of the line, she didn't give the man a chance to say his usual, calm greeting. "Geoff...what..." she couldn't think of the words, the question, so she just said what she felt. "What the fuck?!"She could feel her face heating up, her stomach turning in knots, and she leaned against the counter as though the life had begun to drain from her."Calm down, Lynne, it's not over yet."Geoff. As comforting as he must have thought his words. I hope this isn't too soon for us. You do know that we can wait a while if you want."Jeannie had a funny look in her eye and said, "I'm not sure, Matt. I need to prove to you that I'm yours and only yours. I've told you so many times that I'm a slut and want to fuck every swinging dick I can find, but I want you most of all. I keep thinking that a baby would keep us together." A baby would be wonderful, Jeannie, but we're still young and full of fire. Maybe we should wait and have a baby when. He had been rushed for timeat the moment but had stored the address in the computer. He brought it back upand scrutinized it closely.It was called "The Enhancement Institute."It claimed to have treatment and guidance which would increase the size andoutput of ANY males genitals with drugs, and physical therapy. It saidresults were guaranteed and had several plans to choose from. It was alive in facility located on a private island off the mainland of SouthAmerica. There was an e-mail address.