Coach Hancock had come into the gym on Monday morning while Whitney and I were working out before school. It had gotten too cold and snowy to practice...outside at home. We had a mat down and had moved from forms to sparring. Coach blew his ever-present whistle and we backed off, turning to face him.Coach walked right up to me and pulled my shirt up out of my pants. I had a couple bruises that were past their prime, but that's when they always look the worst with the yellow/orange glow around. " And, I get oral, lots of oral? All I want?" Sure, name it, three orgasms worth in one go?" Well, okay, I guess so. You know my weak spot."Hooray! Our own porn tape. So many of the ones we have watched are so gross with fake-titted bimbos and horse-cock studs, they're laughable. And, Jill said okay.So, I set the camera up on a high shelf behind a plant and I planned a nice Sunday afternoon with the lovely sunny day shining through the windows helping to light the scene of our lovemaking. We. Thanks, Daddy." He proceeded to feed her and himself in turns as she lathered and rinsed her body. He interspersed bites with little kisses and laughter. They talked about everyday things. Finally she asked for a towel. Instead of handing her one, he held one out and opened it for her to walk into. She stood still as he dried her off. He leaned down and kissed a nipple, and then went farther down and kissed her mound. She had just a hint of pubic hair, and his tongue couldn't resist dipping. She couldn’t believe the hoarding that some people tried to get away with. One person had over one hundred toilet rolls in a trolley – why? You can’t fucking eat toilet rolls and they won’t help you against the virus. It was the one thing she hated about the human race: their incapability to act rationally when the need most required them to. By the time she had returned, there was a note on her door saying that a medical officer would call in a few days and to try and be in the apartment. It.