He wasn't her idea of the perfect man, but then who really was? He was about five foot ten, stocky with just a trace of a beer gut. Not enough to get ...n the way. If anything, she thought it was sort of sexy. There wasn't any good reason she had been avoiding him except for his reputation as a wolf.If she got involved with him like she had the coach at Eight Miles High School, she would be out on the street in an instant-if anyone found out. Teachers were supposed to be monks and nuns. Sex could. My hair was still wet and my semi hard dick was aching…Then the passenger door opened and Sheila came in. She smiled at me, asking if I had seen a ghost, because my face expression was of a total surprise.I was going to ask her if I had dreamed about the whole situation in the shower room, when Sheila told me she had loved taking my cock in her eager mouth; she had even thought that it would not be so huge and thick.But she did not give me time to react; she just bent over my lap and she took. "I am looking. And I can smell you too. Jeez, I can smell your fuckin' cunt from here. I can smell how hot you are." The woman paused and faced the men, stumbling slightly as she turned. "Steve, the slut needs a cock. Why don't you stick yours in her mouth."Gail watched the middle-aged man stand. He wore a black tee-shirt with Harley Davidson written on the front and baggy gray shorts that he stepped out of. His thick cock hung between his legs from a patch of black hair and Gail watched it. Melinda put a hand to her mouth and let out a little, startled squeak. Brian simply walked backward, eyes bulging.Putting her hands out in what she hoped was a reassuring way, Melinda opened her mouth to speak, but her eyes happened upon the front of Brian’s tented pants. Instead of words, nervous giggles came out of Melinda’s mouth as she remembered the kid’s pumping hand. Without letting herself think about it, she stepped forward and folded her arms around the stunned kid, still.