Rhythmically forward and back, dragging her clitoris against the pubic bone with each slick movement. I couldn't believe how tight she felt, and I tri...d to think of the last time I'd been inside her. I realized that it had indeed been quite awhile, but I still couldn't recall such a marvelous sensation as she was giving me right now. I was hoping to provide her with another orgasm, but was worried that I might not be able to last long enough to give her one. I was concentrating on the sway of. ” It was her turn to relent. She stood and said, “Don’t worry about going soft, Bill. I guarantee you won’t.” “It’s not that. If I cum now, I think I’ll faint. Jesus, your ex is a real ass for letting you get away,” I said picking up the soap. I briefly kissed the lips that so expertly played with my manhood just moments before and turned her around. As she had done with me, I started at her shoulders and worked my way down her back. Passing her trim waist, I went to my knees and filled. Dozens of photographs, some framed, some clippings from newspapers, were mounted on the walls. All were pictures of girl gymnasts, some schoolgirls, some Olympic champions. Hundreds of willowy young bodies, slim, shapely legs, bare feet and pointed toes adorned the walls. The coach was in a lot of the pictures, his arms around the girls' shoulders, his mouth pressed to victorious young cheeks.A small cot lay along one wall of the small office. A desk, cluttered with papers, took up the middle. Dust motes float lazily through a beam of sunlight coming through a window high up on the wall.I pull Josh behind a shelf sagging under the weight of hundreds of unread masterpieces, their musty smell overwhelming in the small room. I kiss him again as my hands work his belt buckle.“Jesus, Katie are you sure?” he mumbles against my mouth as I begin to work on the button of his pants. I can tell by the way his fingers are tangled in my hair, the sharpness of his breath, that sure or not, he’s.