He landed on his back, his lecherous grin getting wider and wider as he bounced in the springiness, expertly releasing his belt and fishing out a thic..., throbbing cock.The little fucker was about to get it.Sliding off my underwear and peeling it off my heels, I was on him in a flash, straddling his thighs and impaling myself on his shaft as he so thoughtfully held it for me.Fuck, he fit me perfectly.Absolutely possessed, I rode him like a banshee, whipping back and forth so his beautiful cock. John said nothing but I heard him open the condom packet and lube his cock. I looked up at the door and had a sudden thought that someone may walk in. As I finished this thought, I felt a hand grasp my hip and a cold pressure against my exposed ass. John slowly eased forward and I felt his cock enter my ass. John grabbed my other hip and pulled me onto his cock. I felt every inch enter my ass and then his balls come to rest against mine. I reached round and felt John’s belly against my ass.John. . sprightly.” “For someone my age, coach? Is that what you're saying? And my name's Melanie.”He laughed at that. “Hardly, Melanie. I would think that you and I are the same age.” She didn't believe it; not for an instant. She was sure she had several years on him. But he was youthful and fit; not a big man, she looked directly into his eyes. His size had probably kept him from professional sports. She watched as he rattled his fist again. The coach took a step closer and extended his hand,. "You won't be using those shorts," she informed him, pointing at his groin, "they get in the way."She pointedly turned his back and Bob uncomfortably pulled his shorts off from under the smock. She had him lie down on the massage table, opened the back of the smock and flipped a towel over Bob's ass, relieving his embarrassment. For the next few minutes she probed, squeezed and manipulated every muscle he knew of from the base of his spine to his neck, and several he hadn't known existed..