My body betraying me, becoming wetter the more his fingers moved. “Do you like this?”I couldn’t lie; it would be pointless. “Yeah,” I respon...ed clearly out of breath. He removed his finger and instantly I found myself wanting it. He took my hand and led me through the darkness to his bed, where, upon arrival, he pushed me onto my back.He worked quickly, pulling off my thong and throwing it somewhere I then saw his head dart between my legs, and felt his smooth, wet tongue enter my pussy. It was. Nick felt as though his cock was plummeting down a deep well of sweet pleasure and knew he was fighting a losing battle as he said, “C...coach..., if...if you keep sucking me like that, I'm going t---”Without missing a beat, Coach Laurie's mouth left Nick's cock and was immediately replaced with her hand, stroking him at a rapid pace.Going from blowjob to handjob and the change in sensations caused Nick to gasp and Coach Laurie to say, “If you cum, you're expelled. Don't. Cum.” and then her. She said, "Look, sissy, a real man's prick, not a tiny two inch sissy's prick." Samantha laughed as Sissy Wendy sobbed in the corner, still in his pathetic demure position. She pushed Master Edwards onto the bed, and still stroking his throbbing prick, leaned over him with her back to the sobbing sissy. She deliberately allowed Sissy Wendy to see her white nylon panties stretched taut across her tanned arse, her suspender belt straining down her thighs, her nylon covered legs splayed wide. He started pulling on his cock again wishing his mother was there to help. As soon as the thought crossed his mind Tim got up and headed towards his mother and father's bedroom. The door wasn't closed all the way. Tim pushed the door open enough to see his mother reclining on the bed, still wearing her white panties and brassiere. One cup of the bra was pushed up over her breast, her hand kneading it roughly while her other hand was inside of her panties furiously rubbing her clit.Ah, women.