Sam was freaking chatty. He was non-stop talking about his workout, the gym facilities, where he worked out previously, his age (55), where he ate din...er the night before, etc. I kinda wanted quiet time, but he was just being nice and so I continued the conversation. Coincidentally, we both finished showering at the same time. I dried off and wrapped my towel around my waist and once again, he just d****d his around his neck. Yes, I looked once, I couldn’t help myself. His cock was about 4. Apparently, he had been telling her he wasn’t able to work out at the practices, rather he had barely the time to just coach. She told me with a tone of disappointment, “Last night as I was getting out of the shower he walked into our bedroom with his gym bag filled with sweaty clothes. I just wished he would stop going to the gym and start coming home early to spend some time with me. For goodness gracious, he could have showered with me instead!” As she finished saying that she leaned onto. “Ryan. Please! What if someone sees---” “Well then I suggest we hurry up.” I smiled and pulled the dress over her head, folded it, and placed it over the side mirror.I pushed her back against the car door, and mashed my lips against hers. My hand traveled to hers and forced her to grab my semi-erect length. Then, I moved between her legs and slipping two fingers back inside her. She began to press her wet pussy against my hand as my finger starts to work towards her next climax.“You’ve been. Your Captain Willoughby did it after our people resisted your first attempt to enslave us. We are not fighters by habit but will and are learning quickly. We will fight you and we will win.”She looked reflective. I went to a man and released him. He wasn’t happy to have been tied up all night and some of the morning. I said sternly, “Quit complaining. Dead is permanent. We are waiting for your people to come bomb the village and kill you. I think they are stupid enough. They will, of course,.