He already had his scrimmage teams set, and he handed out knit jerseys, yellow for one team and red for the other, and sent us out onto the field.We k...pt at it for about an hour. By then, we were dispirited, tired, uncooperative, and miserable. We trudged to the bus, where Coach handed each of us a plastic garbage bag to sit on."No point in getting the bus seats wet," he said cheerfully as we filed onto the bus.By the time we got back, I was cold, wet, and very uncomfortable. Somehow, I got. I watched, spellbound, as top, shoes, slacks, bra and finally her panties were all in a pile on the floor. She bent over teasingly to pick up her clothes and put them on the chair. In doing so, I had the lovely experience of watching her nice firm tits swing, and a great view of her fanny and arse. She took a long time to pick her things up, making sure I had a good look. Then she turned, and presented me with a crotch-drenching view. Her fine tits were jutting out, already a hint of hardening. And her clit was a gem. Not too long, but easy to get at. Parting the ways was harder. Fucking Moses had it easy! These lips were a real struggle to get into, but the tongue as always smoothes the path. She’d had boyfriends, she said, but none of them spent much time down there. I guess she let their willies do all the work. I’m sure she liked it, but she never let me stay down long enough.” “Did she taste any of what you have to offer?” “Sadly not. She nibbled my nipples, chewed on my tongue. ” Ryan whispered, his face still only inches from mine. I leaned in and kissed him again, I pulled away. “Stop, I don’t think you know how bad I want this.” I breathed. “But I do.” He said huskily. The vibrato in his voice awoke the back of my neck. He put a hand on my back and led me down to the floor. I sat back on my elbows and watched him as he climbed toward me. I could see the hunger in his eyes. He straddled me, sitting on my hips. He placed his hands on my torso and leaned in to kiss.