"Do you want me to tell my husband what I saw or do you want to tell him?" She asked me. My heart nearly dropped out of my chest thinking what coach m...ght do. "Do you think he'll kill me?" I asked Rachel. "I can't tell you how he may react, so I'm giving you the choice of me or you telling him." Rachel said. I started crying. I had took drama in high school and pretty good too. I started to cry very emotionally while I just repeated "I'm sorry, I never intended on this happening, Tammy was so. His cock felt so good inside me. Unlike the toys I have used it was different feeling him slide in and out of me. He was so hard and thick I could have stayed there all day but I knew if we stayed there much longer the hot water would run out. We finished rinsing and dried each other off and went into a bedroom, I lay down on the bed and he got between my legs and began sucking on my cock, damn he was good. I loved holding his head while he was bobbing up and down, running my fingers through. My palms against her ears and my fingers in her hair. A slow tear leaked out of the corner of her eye mirroring a thick glob of saliva that leaked from her quivering lower lip, slid down her chin and onto the front of her t-shirt. There was a knock on the coffee shop’s bathroom door. I looked over. It was locked. No on could get in. She was still on her knees in front of me, her hands pressed against my hips -- urging me to pull out. She was wearing yoga pants and a loose t-shirt with a gold. “Tell me how I’ve got your pussy filled, bitch. Tell me how it feels to have a big thick cock up your ass.” Brian’s nipples were aching, he did what the kid wanted. “Your big cock is deep in my ass. You’re fucking my ass hard.” His voice was low and barely audible. James snickered and kept ramming the stud’s fuck chute. “You wanted some pussy and now you got one of your own. Damn good pussy it is, bitch. Now how’s it feel to have your own pussy?” “I don’t like it, it’s embarrassing.” Brian.