They all got the same idea. You know what happens to them... those others who try that?" He laughed. "I give them jobs, fuck 'em and then fire 'em. If...you want to play that game with me, it's okay. I'd like to fuck you, but don't get the idea you can make a sucker out of me. I'm too smart for you. Well, what do you say?"Lynn didn't know what to say. She reasoned that she ought to be getting mad at him, but she wasn't. Kalola's scheme would have to be abandoned, that was certain, but what would. I winced in pain. The crowd parted and I felt a hand on my shoulder. ‘Ethan, how is it the ankle?’ Coach Walsh asked. ‘Yeah. Fuck. It’s sprained again,’ I said. I put my hands down trying to raise myself to my own feet. I wanted to hobble off the field as fast as possible while I was still a bit of a hero and not a cripple. ‘Hold up Ethan. You, help him balance,’ Coach said pointing to the closest girl near me who had watched me fall. I pushed off the ground as Coach pulled me up and I. ", both girls got down and started working on our cocks and after about 5 - 10 minutes we were ready. Just before each of us came we each put some toast under our cocks and jizzed on them then offered them to the girls.We all sat down and my girlfriend asked questions about how this started and what is it like being able to do this. While we were recharging our cocks the two girls started to go at each other and the my mom pulled out a spare strapon and squirting dildo and they went at each. ” The voluptuous woman squirmed in her seat, inadvertently pressing her breasts into Mitch, as she tried to find her husband in the crowd.Coke grinned at Mitch who was trying valiantly to not brush against the busty woman writhing around next to him. “Just stand up on the bench. I do it all the time.” Coke laughed.“Yeah, but no one knows your standing up when you do it.” Trisha laughed earning herself a mock punch from Coke.Lilly wiggled up onto the bench and looked around until she spotted her.