FUCK, I’m even encouraging him. Hell, I just screamed at him to FUCK ME!Her pussy is slippery wet and Hawley is overly excited to be fucking this yo...ng coach. He’s wanted her pussy since the first day they ran together - and now, she’s bending over, letting him have a free run at her slick, unprotected pussy.“Ohhhhhhhh ... FUCK YES, YES, YES, Hawley. I love your cock. GOOD-GOD-MAN. You’re deeper inside me already, than my husband has ever been.”“I hope you like my cock, Coach. I sure do love. ” She confessed. “do you wanna see it? Do you want to see one of the things that He did to your whore-of-a-wife?” I slowly began moving my still-firm dick inside her pussy again and had to admit it:“Yes” I said, “YES. I want to see.”She took the phone, made a few swipes and then handed it back. I had to really focus because I had a hard time even recognizing my own wife. Her eye makeup was running, and her lipstick was smeared. Long, thick streams of white cum covered her eyes, her hair, her. A tiny "mmmm" came from her lips and then soft motions as she twisted to find her own version of comfort.We drifted back off together for another half an hour before pressure from my bladder made me have to get up. As I stood, happy with the feeling of an early morning piss, I felt the trailer shudder slightly with the footsteps of my young love. Her hand touched my back as I finished and she took her turn."Breakfast?" I asked. "Here or..." The diner," she said."Got it," I said. That put me on. ” The Princess kissed him on the cheek before leaving.Martin Hamilton stood awe struck and pinched himself to check that he had not been dreaming. He returned to his apartment somewhat stunned, and still only half believing that he had not dreamt the whole incident.The following day at precisely one o’clock, the Rolls pulled up outside Martin’s apartment. The uniformed chauffeur got out, opened the door and bowed respectfully as Martin got in.When they arrived at the former hotel he was shocked.