A gush of juices from Nicole's pussy is my reward. Lapping every drop up, Nicole shakes as aftershocks of her orgasm pass through her.Eyes hooded and ...illed with lust. Nicole says in a husky voice, "You have too many clothes on."Sitting up, she pushes me back and then stands up. Kissing me hotly, trying to convey her lust and need to me through a kiss, she pulls me close. Hands running up my chest, they move over to my shoulders, forcing my sports coat off of me and letting it fall to the. There is something cute about a girl in cleats. I was coaching at first base when Cami got a hit. I congratulated her and tried to keep my focus on the game, but she was making way too much eye contact with me. I told her to look for Pete, who was coaching third base, after she rounded second. She quickly added that she’d “love to get to third if not score”, with a very knowing smile and more eye contact.After we won, I got a nice hug that lingered a bit too long to be subtle. I was. "You're just going for a work out. Damn it, I think you just schedule these gym sessions to piss me off." He paused, and the grin returned. "I could give you a work out." The gym! Thank God, a way out."I promised the girls I'd go, and I will see you later," I crooned, in my best pitiful vixen voice. I hope my guess was right."Yeah, ok." He looked hurt. A party was going on in my head. "I guess I should go to my class," he was giving me puppy dog eyes. It was kind of endearing. He hung his head. At least as my feet touched the pavement, the shorts slid back down, covering that few precious inches between my tight waist and golden haired thighs. I opened my fist, and my jaw almost dropped when I saw the chain properly. Rob had handed me a thin silver chain - like the greasy Italian street boys wore - only the square pendant had a big black paw print in it, like a bear cub. Reluctantly, I pulled the chain around my neck, giving the boys a flash of my hairy armpits, hoping the sign.