I’ve heard rumours that those of them who want to can spend their nights in the hotel rooms of the female players, and I don’t think they’re get...ting lessons in philosophy – I think they’re squirming their hot little pink tongues into tennis-pro pussies, and then getting their sweet young girl cunts stretched wide and drilled deep with a big strap-on. Ooooh, it just sends shivers through me thinking about it (and I get such a kick whenever I see those girls on the TV coverage), and now my pussy. . Her shirt was torn open, exposing her beautiful breasts begging to be released from her bra. Becca took off her bra in no time.My hands held onto Becca’s hips as we continued to fuck. Her legs wrapped around my waist and her freshly manicured nails dug into my back. The more her nails dug in me, the more turned on I got and as a result, I thrust myself into Becca’s wet, invitingly tight sex. Becca begged for more. Even though we were fucking like bunnies, I still longed for her kiss. . ‘Er just an informal gathering dear, just to let the girls and Peter know.’ ‘Why have the meeting when you knew I’d be at the pig breeder’s annual dinner and why wasn’t Tessa not the one to deliver the news?’ ‘Um, I thought it would upset her too much.’ ‘Who, Tessa? She’d got more backbone than the lot of you put together, especially you.’ Agnes began crying and ran from the room. ‘Gutless wonder. For the life of me I don’t know how she has the guts to commit adultery.’ Tessa thought of saying.