His package was at face level and it was so hot and hard that I think I felt heat emitting from his cock as it sprung out toward my face.Page 2My lips...clamped around his dick as I let it slide back and forth hitting the back of my mouth. I worked my tongue on the bottom of his head, I could tell he was trying to muffle his moans of pleasure. While I was sucking his cock I reached under my skirt and rubbed my clit with one hand while I massaged his balls with my other hand. I could feel my. It was a nice laugh.'Now then, none of that talk. How do you feel?''A bit better now, thanks.''That's good; I suppose my wife has told you what is wrong with you?''Yes, I have diabetes. Will I die?'He laughed. 'No, you'll survive. We need to book you in at the hospitalfor some thorough tests but by the look of things, you are only mildlyborderline diabetic. I'm hoping that we will only have to look at yourdiet, but you may need injections'I started to get upset then. With thoughts of my health. Donna had on a white tennis outfit.Both ladies were shocked to see "old Coach" in the room. Greg told them that I knew about their secret, and that he had invited me to the party this time. Donna and Marsha just looked at each other with a kind of resigned look on their pretty faces. I couldn't blame them for their reluctance, after all I'm a 45-year-old black guy, with thinning hair, and a bit of a belly, and these were two 31-year-old hot married prominent women.Greg then told both to strip.. It was a perfect slip under a summer dress only she left the house without a dress, the slip would be enough. *** Driving to the office was a well-practised route, one she could negotiate while thinking of sales figures and planning the busy day ahead. Two blocks before the office building she turned left and parked on the street where there were plenty of spaces the wrong side of midnight. She walked toward the park knowing there were streetwalkers on that block from taking a short cut one.