“You’re in the club.”“Yeah,” Will whispered. “You aren’t a creepy stalker.” He looked at me mischievously. “And, besides, you’re h...t.”In the locker room Flip was standing in front of the kneeling coach. It looked like a standoff in an old Western movie. They stared intently at one another, neither of them saying anything. But, the coach’s cock got even harder and pre-cum drizzled onto the tile below.“Hey, Flip,” Jason smiled. “Coach Pedrick is pretty good at eating butt. He just cleaned my. I don't know if it was a conscious decision on her part or not, but she had chosen to wear a pair of cotton blend pants with an elastic waistband this evening. The harder, thicker material of my denim jeans only had to transmit through two thin layers of cotton to create a rough and intense rubbing sensation against Missy's virginal slit. Almost without volition I slipped my hand under the elastic of her pants, and under her silken panties, to caress the bare skin of the ass I had admired for. She continued to jerk until all her energy moved out in the form of those drops of love. Finally, she relaxed and her body rested back on the bed. I left her arms and breasts and looked at my palms. I always had this fantasy of letting a woman relieve herself and tasting her juices.And there she laid in front of me, the woman I loved the most. I licked her cream off my palm. It tasted weird. It felt sticky and smelled pungent. It had all the features of being disgusting but I still liked it. I. The feelings were just as intense as ever, and she grabbed her breast as she rubbed herself. Her pencil eraser sized nipples were at full attention, as Carly watched herself in the mirror, which made her more turned on than ever. Her fingers had finally moved past the thin cotton fabric, and now she began to pump her fingers deep inside herself, fantasizing back to Freddie being inside her. Once she got her rhythm and imagination going, it wasn't long before she experienced her first.