." What if they were wrong?"Vanlo was silent for a long moment. "If they are wrong, then ... then the solution would call for an approach entirely dif...erent from what I have been doing..."His voice trailed off. He had just put to words to the feeling that had crept over him since he started this endeavor. He had felt like he was on the wrong path, but he had no alternative.He looked back to the apparatus, his face filled with wonder. "A belief handed down for two centuries concerning the way. Smith had chiseled seven-days-a-week gym muscle. The coach was a powerful man despite his big solid gut."Yo! That is a bit too dry! Spit in your hands!" demanded the coach. She spit a dainty little spit into her palmbut they laughed at her telling her to really spit into her hand, encouraging her to clear her throat good."Yeah! That's it!" Mr. Smith said as the spit on her palms lubricated the two men's cocks.They sucked on her big tits and kissed her deeper than before. The coach looked over. "She went inside and I walked back to my car. I had a great time and feltsure we would be getting together again soon. Maybe tomorrow I'll calland see what night would work well for her.Just as I was walking into my apartment my phone chirped. I looked at thescreen at the text: "Wed nite 4 movie + pizza. My treat. OK?"I laughed, neither of us was getting any better at waiting and I likedit. I typed in several smiley faces in response and went in to bed.* 3 *We went out several times over the. The mattress shifts with the weight of more occupants, but a firm hand between my shoulders sends my upper body forward, while another holds my hips up, ass in the air. Hold her down boys, this is going to hurt. My head presses into the mattress, and my shoulders have pressure against them. I tense my body and a sharp slap to my left ass check makes me gasp. Loosen up slut or this will hurt even more. My ass cheeks separate, pulled uncomfortably apart, but I suspect that is the least of my.