Dad had gone to bed. She hadn't said goodnight. She'd just told me that Dad had gone to bed, and she'd brought me a drink, implying I should take a fe... minutes to drink it.I jumped up and stripped my clothes off, lunged to the dresser and grabbed a pair of pajama bottoms and jockey shorts, yanked them on and then searched for a t-shirt. After that I turned for the door. Too quick, I thought, turning back. I'd better finish the hot chocolate. I strode to the desk and picked up the mug, taking a. "UNNGHHHH!" Julie screamed as she slammed her legs together and trapped the coach's hand between her sweaty, fleshy thighs."Jeeesus! She's hot enough to broil a steak between her legs. Get a smell of that!" Paul said as he slid his hand out from between her thighs and held the fingers up to Byron 's nose."Mmmmm, hot snatch-juice! I guess she's hot enough to wrap her lips around a barber pole!" Byron said, laughing loudly as he leaned forward and inched his cock-head closer and closer to Julie's. She got down on her knees and took hold of my shorts and pulled. I was breathing fast my heart thundering in my chest. Never did I even think about her husband coming home though if I did think about it that would be unlikely since he worked until late. My shorts and underwear came off simultaneously and left my seven inches of cock out to Mrs. Wilsons delight. Mmmm, nice, she said. Crawling up between my legs she let her breasts dangle on either side of my shaft rubbing against it. The soft. “You’re a bitch.” “Just playing the part, honey.” “A little too well,” Kate complained as she pulled down her shorts and unlocked herself from the belt. The three of them sat in silence eating breakfast. Emma had become increasingly jealous of Kate and her relationship with Brad. Kate was starting to suspect that Emma was after her guy and was desperate to stop Emma using her control over them both to win him over. Brad was just hungry. Kate and Brad both washed using the small shower in.