“Something wrong, Randell? You seem out of sorts.”“Sorry Coach, I went for a run last night and overdid it.”“Hrmph,” grunted Coach Budd in...scrutably. He scribbled away on his clipboard while we waited expectantly. Finally he reached a decision and read out his team selection. The first four names were the runners who filled the first four places during the trial. The fifth name was the runner who was in sixth place, Tom Dickerson, the team captain. “And Randell,” Coach Budd concluded, “with. He grabbed my head and began humping my face, his head poking the back of my throat hard. His hairy pubes tickled my nose as he face fucked me.I began to choke on his dick and he slowed down. After a few minutes, he pulled out and hoisted me up, leading me to his bed. I laid down and he mounted my chest. Spitting on my cleavage, he buried his dick between my tits and I watched as it poked out the top. As he fucked my chest, he massaged and pinched my nipples. Lunging forward, Brian returned his. Yet she missed the old days. The adrenaline rushing through her veins. Existing with zero rules imposed upon her. These people had no idea what it was to live freely, with no constraints.The ring of her desk phone jolted her from her reverie as a wall of driving water splattered the window. “Vandenberg,” she answered, her voice formal and deep into the receiver.“Hey Vandie! It’s Hal.” She despised this personal nickname her boss had devised. He seemed tickled every time he used it.“Hello. She was obviously wet as you could hear the slapping of his balls against her shaved pussy. I moved around from different angles taking pictures and some video watching them fuck. He slowed down and turned her over onto all fours and started up again fucking her beautiful pink slit with that angry brown cock. He was quite a cocksman and drove it in deep time and time again. I got some of the best pics in this position by positioning myself in front of my wife and taking pics of her ass up in.