They explained about on-record and off-record interviews. They reminded us we were representing our teammates, our coaches and our university.They sho...ed us tapes of good interviews and bad interviews to make sure we got the message. They taped us doing practice interviews and then critiqued them to help us improve our technique. I appreciated their help. I was going to need to be prepared when my turn came to be in front of the press.Coach Burton called me into his office Wednesday morning. He. You might even breed me!”“Fuck!” I groaned, my balls tightening. My cum swelled in them. The strength grew with my every thrust into her snatch.I hammered her cunt while kneading her small tits. Her nipples rubbed into the palms of my hands as I reamed out her cunt. I fucked into her again and again. I buried to the hilt in her snatch, her pussy squeezing about me.I groaned, my face twisting in delight. The pleasure was intense. Insane. I slammed into her snatch, the pressure building and. I stroked her hair with my good hand and just enjoyed the feeling of her skin against mine. I kissed the top of her head and breathed in deeply the scent of her peach shampoo. I loved that scent so much, that one plus vanilla.“You don’t know how good this feels, Davey. To be in your arms again. It keeps hitting me still that we almost lost you. It went from a terrible nightmare to a happy dream almost overnight too. In a weird way, it seems almost like the past week happened to someone else and. A dark spot is spreading across the crotch of your faded cutoffs, and mine are near to exploding. I cup your breasts, pinch and twist and tug at your nipples, leave love bites all over your breasts. It's not enough and we both know it, but I can't get enough of you. I want to make love to every part of you, not just your pussy - if I even get that far. It seems likely, though, because your hand is squeezing my cock through the soft denim, tracing every contour of my swollen shaft. If it was.