Then we moved on to the locker room incident. Again, he was thorough in gathering facts about the actions of the (female) coach. And my actions. And t...ose of the girls. But his questioning was not as intense. He asked me about what was damaged. I told him about my shoes, socks, towel, and lock. I also told him that the bag smelled somewhat of the perfume, but that seemed to be fading. I also told him that the coach had replaced the lock and assigned a new locker (which I had already. As I struggled with his belt, he had lowered my top with his other hand and was biting my nipples as my first orgasm hit me and I squirted on his hand while his fingers sloshed into my hole and his thumb worked my clit. I finally had his pants down and his thick cock in my hand. It felt good, about 6" but very fat and so hard. Precum leaked from the large head so I bent over and licked it off, enveloping his cock with my lips just for a few moments before he pulled me back up. Seems he. Maybe I'm crazy. The fluid movements of her body, the natural wiggle of her hips, the curves, the beautiful texture of her skin, full firm breasts with erect nipples, fabulous bottom, thick black bush, perfect long legs--the thighs, the knees, the calves, the ankles, the feet, I could gaze at that body all day long and never tire of it, my eyes travelling slowly up and down drinking it in. Everyone has their own turn-ons, I know, and rightly so, but that is mine. She stood with her back to us ,. I asked where he had been and was going. " I was at The Union Pub" he said, a known gay bar, "How come you did not use the rest room there." I said. "It was to crowded, Sir." he said. I liked that Sir on the end, so again I wanted to just see how far he would go. I told him to stand up and leave his pants down, and he did. I could see that he had crapped on the concrete and asked if he wanted some paper to wipe his ass. He said yes and I handed him some that I always carry just in case.