The Coach had been half asleep, aware that one of the women was playing with his cock. Grace was nestled in one arm, Faith in the other. Hope was spooning her sister, she had the black strap-on around her waist. He felt his cock growing. The women started moving, coming awake for round twelve or thirteen, he’d lost count. The bedroom door opened and he assumed it was one of his sons looking for some pussy or a mouth or an ass. One of the twins said, “Hi Daddy,” just before putting the head of his cock in her mouth…