I felt myself rapidly getting ready to shoot. I shoved my cock towards her and shot my load on her titties and stomach. Leaning back, I watched it run...down her soft white skin and into her pubic hair."That was awesome," she said smiling at me, rubbing cum on her titties.She pushed herself up and said, "Wait, I'll be right back," then ran to the bathroom.A few seconds later, she returned. She had cleaned up and had brought back a wet towel with her. She knelt in front of me and cleaned my cock.. Coach Hickem laughed saying that he wished his players had my desire. Asking why I did not just go to a normal gym I stated that my work interfered with my afternoons. After that Mr. Hickem shook my hand inviting me into his little version of hell. I was not sure if I would call it a little version of hell but as a coach he was merciless towards his players constantly extolling them to work harder.As far as the gym being a little part of hell I would have had to disagree as it was one of the. "Pick up your trash and move on," I told the rest of them. The .45 made a hell of a pop, and he was screaming like he was dying, but I doubted anyone would report it. "You a crazy motherfucker. You shot Jamal foot. This motherfucker crazy." They picked up their boys and beat feet, telling me what they were going to do when they came back all the while. I pointed the gun at them again and they shut up. I walked up to the Mustang and she shut the door. "I'm sorry, Miss. I won't hurt you. You want. Ace. And that bed is twice the size of mine at school.”“Well, my girl, you may want another to share it from time to time.” Then with a sudden sense of how that idea might be received at St Margaret's she added hastily, “though perhaps only at weekends?”Alison giggled. “You're not turning into Miss Brown, are you, Lady V? But point taken.”“Good. And while on the subject of beds, mine is even bigger. Quite calling out for a visitor. And I can't help remembering the offer you made when we first.