"Hey, cut it out! We don't have time for this!" Gina screamed as her six-foot, two-hundred pound all-muscle husband pinned her to the bed.Stephen grin...ned his metal-melting grin, "I am just finishing the packing."Gina's dark brown eyes widened, "Oh no ... no you don't."But it was too late. Stephan had already hidden some ropes beside their bed and quickly grabbed a couple of coils before rolling his wife onto her front. Pinning her wrists as she bucked and squirmed, Stephen quickly crossed them. I was just hoping that they were up for some fucking. That was also the meeting where we invited our fifty-two-year-old head coach to attend so we could give him a status on our fund raising and plans for the rest of the season. Carl Thompson is the head coach, and we weren’t sure how he would feel about the gang bang that was sure to happen at the meeting.We felt that we could just wait for him to leave if he wasn’t interested. I was sure hoping that he would stay because he just happens to be. " I just hope that he provides soon," she pouted. "I'm walking around with my panties wet all the time thinking about it. If I don't do it soon, I think I'm going to explode."April Wilson began working in the emergency room about a month later. She was very tall, nearly six feet in height, though reasonably well proportioned for her stature. Her hair was a lusciously dark shade of brown, cut to shoulder length and carelessly curled in a fashion that was curiously attractive. Her legs were long. "I, I can't stand it!" his mother called out, swinging her head blindly from side to side like a metronome, her tits heaving and her belly jerking. "Oh, it's too much, too much, darling! My pussy is going insane, ahh! Oh! Please, oohh!!" Narrow and snug, Jean's cunt worked over his moving prick, and his balls swung against the backs of her thighs. Travis stared down at the entangled women, at the sweetly surging ass he was putting the rod .