Ashley was still reading the paper, paying me no notice what so ever. I finished my coffee, cleaned up and got dressed leaving for the gym. I had rece...ved a phone call from Carl telling me that Coach Jerry Williams wanted to meet me a day early, and get an assessment of where I was so he could lay out a training ritual based on my current needs. I arrived at the gym at the designated time, both Carl and Coach Williams were waiting in his office.“This is the young man I was telling you about. Stop," I cry, as I feel a giant flood of sensations raging between my legs, building towards something. "No. You can take it. You need to cum. Trust me, Kimberly." Scared!" Trust me. Grab my hair," you say as you bury your face back into my pussy. I reach down and grab hold of your dark, wavy hair, twisting it with each sensation.As one hand massages my bottom, your hand slides fingers into my pussy. Your mouth kisses its way up to the top and that's when I feel it - like a jolt of electricity. O'Neill's very disorganized living room. Actually disorganized might be too weak a description. Disaster might better suit the scene before us. There were pillows and other things scattered everywhere in addition to the numerous beer cans on the floor and the furniture, along with several whiskey bottles. Some of the beer cans hadn't been empty before being discarded and the place smelled like a bar or a brewery. Annie and Sara had a horrified look on their faces."Are you sure we're in the. Could you be at my office this afternoon at 3 p.m.?’ ‘Today?’ I asked. I had been expecting to hear the usual, ‘The next available appointment will be in six months…’ ‘Yes, of course. Today. If that’s not convenient, then please give me a time that would suit you.’ ‘No, today at three will be fine. Thank you.’ She gave me a street address, asked if I could find it, then repeated the time and place for my appointment. Before hanging up, she reminded me to bring the records Ms. Greenberg had so.