His skin made a scr****g sound as he lifted his ass off the bench, the lotion had become sticky. "Fuck me Lockie!" She moaned as he intensified his po...nding, his balls flapping up and smacking her ass.She made little shrieks of pleasure as her tight pussy took the pummelling, she reached down and grabbed both of his tattooed arms to steady herself. Lockie's mind wandered back to his threesome with Carter and Monroe, the difference between fucking her pussy and pounding his asshole, he imagined. I am 5 feet, eleven inches ... Not short, to be sure, but not exactly tall either. Although I am an unusually strong man, I weigh around 300 lbs. That is largely fat, too. Hard rubbery fat, but fat. A good description is I look like a football player who barely failed to make the professional scene, and spent the years crying over a mountain of beer cans about it. I didn't, but it gives you an idea.I look harried. My hair is a dark blonde, long and bushy, very full. Beatle's type. Except it is. She went directly to the kitchen to put away her food, then to her bedroom to change. But she never made it to the bedroom. ‘Hello, Jessica Harringer.’ A voice said as she passed the arch into the living room. Jessica stopped, backpedaled a few steps, and looked into the living room without entering. A tall, slender yet muscular woman was lounging on the divan chair. She was the most beautiful woman Jessica had ever seen. She had flawless olive skin, middle-of-back length sable hair, and. He leered. “You want a request? I’ll give you a request. Would you like relief?”“No thanks.”He opened his locker. “You’re kinda grumpy!”“It’s been a bad afternoon.” I tried not to take it out on him. He’s kinda dense about reading moods. “Have you seen Haddy since lunch?”“No. Was I s’posed to? I thought she was fine, didn’t need an escort.”“You didn’t hear her whistle?”“What whistle?”“Hadiya’s whistle! Beginning of last period! Her Program Whistle!”“Hadiya whistled last period? Shit! Why? What.