I'm in a men's double's league from 7:00pm until 9:00pm on Mondays. After we're done, we sit around, talk, drink beer, and watch the next group play. ...We watch them play, because they are all better players than our group. And they are all girls.These are the best women players at the club. They're all in great shape, they all play a mean game of tennis, and almost all of them are really hot looking. There are a few ordinary ones, or ones who seem a little 'butch', but most of them are really. The weight is practically melting off your frame. You’re frightening the children you teach. Your co-workers are worried sick about you.’ Jenna squirmed. ‘I didn’t mean to cause all that.’ ‘I know you didn’t, but Jenna, you’ve got to start taking care of yourself again. You’ve got to live, with or without me.’ ‘Well, if you can be here — why not with you? I know it won’t quite be the same, but if you’re here with me, we can find some happiness together. Can’t we?’ Even as she asked the. . . a few times his tongue would dive deep into my pussy, gently fucking me with his tongue.My eyes are closed and I’m taking in every sensation. His hands go from caressing my ass to gently pressing my legs open. He doesn’t have much resistance, though. When there is complete trust and nothing but pleasure, I hold my legs open wide on my own. I want him to dive deeper. I want to feel more. My hands spend their time diving into his hair and caressing his shoulders and arms. My juices begin to. Her strength was fading as everything became far away. Darkness beckoned her. Then air flooded into her lungs when he released the pressure. She could not contain the rich, triumphant laugh. He pulled back, his anger deepening, darkening his face. Her grasp on his ass tightened and she pulled him back into her while pushing herself further onto his shaft. “Fucking cunt!” he growled, pounding into her with no compassion or tenderness. “Give it up little girl. Whatever game you think you’re.