As I made my way back to where I had left my gear, I noticed Mom and Dad moving into the stands, closest to our rings, I was glad they had made it in ...ime to watch me, win or lose. I went through a more thorough warm up session now that I knew the fights were getting ready to start, I didn’t want to not be warm if I got called up first.I didn’t get called up first, but I did watch the bouts on the two rings intensely. If I got through my first round, then I could easily be fighting anyone else. She opened her eyes and tried to roll over, but his left hand rubbed her back, holding her down, while his right hand was working it's way under her g-string. His oiled fingers entered my wife's vagina and began to pump in and out in slow. steady strokes. Jenny spread her legs wider so his big fingers could slip deeper.The older black man was getting turned on watching them. Mark pulled his shirt off, then stepped out of his jeans. "Bro, I've wanted to fuck this rich bitch ever since we caught. " Maybe it won't," Emmett whispers, holding her tightly. They stay this way for a small eternity, content and together.The hearth is glowing dimly when they hear it. Mila turns her head, listening harder. "Is that a bell?" Emmett says. "I don't know."They rise from the sofa to search the source of the faint tinkling. In the hallway, they see a glow from under the cropped door beneath the stairs. Their brows share the same pinch of confusion as they exchange a glance.Turning the handle, Emmett. It wasn’t new to her that boys looked at her with hungry expressions. She knew full well that they wanted her, but she never complied with their wishes. She was waiting for something better than acne-prone teenage boys. But her father? She shook her head. That was wrong. But even when he was yelling at her, she noticed him staring. In the back of her mind, she hoped he was cooling down in the other room, but she had other things on her mind. She noticed his cock growing in his sweatpants. And.