“Are you free this afternoon?” he asked her. “Yes……..why?” “You up for a visit?” he asked. “Of course!” she responded gleefully. �...�Good. It won’t be me though,” he told her. “I have some court paperwork to catch up on, but you won’t be disappointed. Steve and Andy are very good,” he added. “Steve and Andy?” she responded nervously. “They will be there at 2:00pm,” he told her. “But………” she started to say before the line went dead. Alan had done it again; he had left her without her being able to. But is somebody like me allowed to escape? Or do they expect the legend of Jacob Jehosphat Stone never to have limits? Plus, are the assistant coaches any different?Chapter 7TiffanyPersonal log (voice), Tiffany French, Captain of the Flying Dutchman, 5:45 pm, October 28th 2006.I was sitting on my mother's porch resting when I heard a loud honk in the front yard."What the fuck???" Watch your tongue young woman. Your father has sent me to pick you up and make sure you attended church." The voice. Perhaps this would be the time that the tall, handsome knight would enter her nether regions in sinful pursuit of her much tighter alternate entry. It was too much to hope for in her feminine opinion because he was fairly one-tracked in his copulatory endeavors using the standard “missionary” position to satisfy his partners at all times. Still, it was nice to contemplate at times when her adventurous backside longed for more action of the carnal category on a cold winter’s night.Before Sir. Come on sweetie." AACCKKKK!!" came a sudden sound.Max now had Gary's dick in his mouth. Gary slowly pushed the full length in as Max fought with his bonds and twisted but his head was held firm and now he gagged as Gary's hairy balls were resting on Max's nostrils. Gary pulled back some allowing Max to get some air, then Gary started humping Max's face hard holding the dick deep and then thrusting faster again.Max was choking so much he lost track of everything else that was happening, just.