Paul McDermott (Footballer)

It had to be great to be young, Anna said to herself a little enviously as she staggered to the bathroom to clean up. CHAPTER EIGHT When Anna came into her living room, she saw a scene that was something straight out of a fuck book. Hilda was stretched out on the couch. Kip was crouched over her, sliding his mammoth dong in and out of her widely opened mouth. Jim was between her legs, jamming his tongue in and out of her juicing snatch. In one corner of the room Marie was suspended in midair between Chet and a football-type boy by the name of Billy Jackson. Chet was standing with his feet wide apart and his hips directly under Marie's ass-cheeks with his cock stuck up her shitter. The woman's legs were wrapped tightly around the muscular boy's wide thighs while he hunched his prick in and out of her squishing pussy. Marie bucked and howled mindlessly as she tossed her head wildly from side to side. Anna could understand what Paul saw in her-at least, sexually. Anna looked around for Grace but couldn't find her ...»