Ladies, if you will arrange yourselves in front of the pole like so?" He casually manhandled Jeni into position about three feet from the pole, nudged her feet apart, and bent her over from the waist until her back was nearly horizontal and she was gripping the pole tightly with outstretched hands. Under his intent gaze, Grace positioned herself the same way, blushing again when he moved her legs wider, exposing her still-dripping pussy to her audience. She knew she was going to get fucked again; almost, she was anticipating it. One of the trainers had already stepped up behind Jeni and, without pretense, thrust himself into her. Again, none of the other students seemed to be paying any attention. "I think we will want another spotter here," Gunter mused. "You! You are between sets? Good; please to come here." Grace looked over her shoulder and saw George trotting over, his hard dick bobbing back and forth above his hairless groin. He absently wiped a smear of what looked like stripping semen from his cheek. "Hey, Coach -- what's up?" She abruptly softcore looked away. It teasing was one thing to be doing this in front of Jeni -- she looked indian like such a slut; already, the first trainer was spurting his load onto her back and a second was edging closer. The others were coaches -- they were *supposed* to be watching her and helping her improve. But George was just another swimmer, and one of the guys. Did she have to do this in front of him? It was worse. "You must hold her here," instructed Gunter, placing George's hands on her waist, just above her hips. "Firmly," he emphasized. An erect penis -- it had to be George's -- scraped across Grace's ass and then inserted itself into her sloppy pussy. "Good." George suddenly shoved himself deeper into the redhead, making her teeth click. "Whoops! Sorry about that; wasn't expecting it." He withdrew slightly, and then lunged ahead with a party slight grunt. "Wow! Can't you feel it in your hamstrings? I'm surprised the girl can even talk after you shoved that pole down her throat." She couldn't hold back tears, "That softcore I wanted to keep going. What is on your mind? As none of them speak any English it will just be a case of you watching what they do. It was a wider gap to peer through, but also a bigger chance of getting caught peeking. Josephine pays then asks, “Is there any other way I can thank you for delivering so far out?” Apparently deciding to go through with the whole setup anyway. “Now,” I told her. And I love your son. And even if they do notice you naked and kneeling like a good little slut, so what? That’s his actual nickname too. Mike could tell there were some complicated feelings around the situation. Well, I better get, I go to bed by 8:00.” Ricky just had to throw that in there so she’d think he was tucked away in bed when she indian was preparing for bed. Slowly, a small log of shit slide out of her and directly into my mouth. "Um, what are you doing?" Looking at the dark forest not far away he felt the many dark forces within it. When April took over the aiming, Glenda actually opened her mouth. Henry stopped fingering his daughter and turned to look. I half screamed when I saw him lower his mouth over his incredible cock. She was then as naked as me. She climbed onto the bed stripping and holding my arms above my head, climbed on top of me, one knee on either side of my chest. Anna didn't think that there was any way that thing was going to fit inside her, not without a tremendous amount of agony. 'Shit, I'm crying again. I immediately dropped to one knee. John, here, has kindly agreed to take a break from his sports coaching duties to demonstrate the sex act with me so that you can see it at first hand.” “No, of course not. teasing I shall have a chat with party Lucy about you when appropriate.