That's his intent." Don't worry, I'll tell her, but she won't have any trouble with him, I watched his first fight, He's big and strong, but slow and ...out of shape. He starts out slowly; almost waiting for his opponent to throw the first punch. He's a football player not a fighter. I'm more concerned with the finals; I think that you're good enough to win your next two bouts, which would mean that you would face each other in the championship bout. I know you're good, but a good puncher usually. . not much though. Hell, who are we kiddin', it will prob'ly feel REAL GOOD to a pervie like you."Hold still now. First, we apply a little goopy goo to your puss," Monique said, as she coated Laura's sex with a thick silicone gel. "Hee, hee! As if it wasn't wet enough already." See, that feels good, don't it, girlfriend?" she asked, rubbing the cold gel into every fold of her white dorm- mate's aroused pussy."Uh huh," Laura gasped, as she tried to suppress a moan of arousal. She was very. She was moving with me now, her hips bucking to meet each thrust, and she was soaking, sopping wet, her words releasing a flood of her own fluids as they soon would mine. By this point she was breathing so hard she could barely speak, but she managed somehow. “Ooohhh, I can feel how hard he is, and at the base of his cock I can tell how his pulse is racing! I know if I keep sucking him he’ll soon come in my mouth, filling it with his huge load of creamy cum… but I don’t want that, not this. Fanny tossed her bra to the side and put her head down on her forearms. Alan put some more oil on his hands and resumed rubbing his mom's back making sure to rub the sides of her breasts. As he worked on her back, Fanny felt his hard dick press down between her ass cheeks. She wiggled her butt back against him. "Am I exciting you?" " Mom, you could give a statue a hard on." "You certainly feel hard enough. Why don't you slide off your bathing suit while I lose the rest of his suit."Alan stood.