Coach H keeps moving his tongue in and out of my ass hole for several minutes. It goes in pretty deep. “How would you like my cock in your ass inste...d of my tongue?” Coach H finally asks. “I want your cock in my ass Coach H” I tell him. Coach H has me stand up and lean over the sofa. He stands behind me and moves his cock up and down my anal crack. “That is a smooth ass crack you have there” he tells me. He wipes some gel onto his cock and onto my ass hole. “Here I go” Coach H says as. He was easily six four and probably weighed over two fifty, and based on the young man’s arms, little of it was fat. Missy on the other hand didn’t appear to be much more than five foot and he doubted she even weighed a hundred pounds. He couldn’t imagine the couple in the standard missionary position ... Missy would have been little more than a grease spot.Grant had started out by dead reckoning, but he soon picked up on the trail John had marked earlier in the evening.Moments later, Sioux’s. My red lips are flawless as is the flush in my cheeks. I am full of desire. He stands behind me, those sexy eyes find mine in the mirror as I glance over his beautiful body clad in a black suit with a white shirt on underneath opened slightly around the neck. He kisses my neck tenderly then helps me into a long black coat. It is time to go. My heels click as we walk into the garage and climb into the car. Tonight we are going to a club and I am to be the main event. When we arrive I am. Time seemed to slow down as I felt and saw the ball pass the top of my head and then began to fall back down, to hit the top of my very lumpy and sore head, to where the ball had already hit it a hundred times. This time however, it stopped, just a few inches from striking. I kept the image of the ball in my head as I moved my head to look up. I slowly opened my eyes and there was ball, just floating. I continued for as long as possible, but as soon as I blinked, the ball dropped downwards..