Even teachers were catching my eye. I caught myself staring at my coach a few times. He was probably in his late 40’s and muscular. Powerful legs an... arms, rugged handsome face. At nights I would lay in bed thinking of him holding me down the way Jim had and making me his little bitch too,Saturday morning finally came and I spent the day anxious and restless about seeing Jim again. Did I dare to show up? I mean normal guys my age didn’t do this sort of thing. What was wrong with me? At dinner,. ." Greg replied as he slowly closed his big bright blue eyes, only to have them fly open a moment later as he felt Simon?'s first thrust partially fill him with her hard thick cock."Yesss!" he cried. Simon? pulled out slightly only to thrust her hips forward once more, even more forcefully. More of her husband's soft depths yielded to her hardness. Then as she prepared for her next thrust, a pair of long shapely legs joined her to assist in driving it home. "OH, GOD! YEEEESSSSS!"***The sex had. ."Earl." I pushed his head back hard now, pulling at his hair. "Earl stop." I said firmer.His head left my breast, nipple wet and warm now, back in the cold wind from the truck. I rolled my eyes with the sensations."Oh God. Earl. Stop." He had stopped. He was leaning over me, watching me. My body was what wasn't stopping. It wanted to be fucked badly. I finally opened my eyes and looked into his.He smiled. It was a charming smile, a smile that made hearts melt. A smile that any woman would. There was a break for lunch ... and other activities. The “Ringers” were scheduled for 2:30.Lunch was catch as catch can. Because of the late advertising of the Mountain Man Run, the few scheduled food vendors had become the many mobile “lunch on wheels” vans and old bread trucks.Mexican was just beginning but the best of the best in the area were pushing out tacos, burritos, enchiladas and chalupas from their serving windows. Some of it was guaranteed to burn your tonsils out.Several area.