"I like it, Emma." You continued to jerk the cocks. "I like it a lot. Thank you, Emma." She pulled herself up. "I want to taste one. Keep jerking it."...As she pulled her self up to take the cock in her mouth, her nipple brushed your lips. She was naked. She was naked in your lap. Your thoughts rushed. Emma was naked in your lap, straddling you. She took one of the cocks in her mouth, and you felt her mouth, let your hand trace her along the chin, the neck, her breasts, hips, ass, thighs...she. "This is all magic, surely. Hers can't be this tight. Please, loosenthem a little. Or get me out of this. I'm sorry!" I whispered to myself,trying not to attract any attention.It's not that I thought it'd be weird, it was more that I didn't wantany of Linda's horrible bimbo work friends to come bounding over and tryand talk to me about makeup or dresses.There was a creaking, and a sniggering in my ear.I looked down to see my breasts expanding, and my blouse tightening!When they stopped, a good. That was the culmination of the meet and would take about an hour to do all of them. He knew no one would be coming back to the locker room until they were done. ‘I’m not waiting around.’ The trainer had told him to leave the ice-pack on his wrist until he came back to look at it. Jim didn’t care. ‘What’s he going to see when he ‘looks at it’, anyway?’ The wrist would have to heal with or without the ice. He thought that it felt better. He tossed the ice-bag aside. He showered and then left for. I turned and was faced with a homely thirty-something woman with an unfortunate nose and a mess of freckles. She was also endowed with a very fit, very shapely body. Above the waist, she wore a Stetson, a waist-length cowboy shirt and a string tie. Below her pierced navel, she had on rawhide chaps held together with a thick leather belt and an ornate silver buckle. A rawhide flap hanging from her belt did its best to cover her nether parts. “Nagwa recommended you,” she said. “Lead the way,” I.