." I croaked our as she began to move in circles, "Can I please fuck you again?" No Kyle," she said, sweetly kissing me, "you know the deal. Not until...the wedding night." I groaned as she continued. "It'll be you and I alone. I'll have on some slutty outfit and I'll see that iron spike perk up. And we will not make love. Oh no, we are talking a straight, brutal, down-and-dirty, sweaty, lusty, hot, sizzling, eye rolling, toe curling, body melting... fuck."The second she stopped talking, I. He slowly stood up and gave Zach a hug.“Do you two know each other from somewhere?” Coach asked them with a wry smile on his face.Zach answered, ”He looks kind of looks like the guy who does my mom’s hair.”Mark fired back, ”Yeah, aren’t you the guy who works out in the park trying unsuccessfully to get attention?”Coach chimed in, ”So, as you men probably know, the interaction between students and staff is expected to be purely professional. So any sort of personal contact should be conducted. 'Maybe that one semester of cosmetology school I took when I was 17 may come in handy,’ I think. I am careful to not cut your nails too short. I hear you pouring a glass of water. I hear you gulp it, then pour another. You must be thirsty, I think. Maybe from playing squash the night before? On my knees, I scoop up your cut nails and place them in the trash bin. "Uh uh,” you are quick to say. I freeze and wait for your order. "Carry them in your snatch," you say with a grin, as you down the. "Look, it still wouldn't be like we were having sex. There is no reason I can think of why we can't do the shoot and stop anytime we think things are getting out of hand. Besides, it makes me feel good to know I'm still good enough to have my picture taken, even that way."We talked for a long time and Mom finally convinced me. Like she said we could stop anytime and walk away. I suggested we go one step further and also use the camcorder. I thought it might help me with taking stills. She.