"Enough!" I heard a loud voice boom into the room, everyone's heads all turned and looked towards the door."Ms. Jennings!" Becki called, greeting our ...eam's coach. She's a slender 50-year-old woman who despite her old lady hairstyle actually looks about a young 40, especially when she puts on makeup on match days like today.She calls it her warpaint."Enough horsing around, you can play-fight later." She sternly sounded towards me and Hannah."Yes boss." Hannah obeyed, standing up and turning. Sitting back, she saw his eyes open and look at her, a different look, a pleading look and she felt his hand on the back of her head, pressing. Obediently, yet eagerly she lowered her mouth to engulf him, her tongue worked feverishly on his hardness as she tasted her own juices.Her mouth slid up and down, occasionally raking with her teeth. He grunted, and a faint salty taste overlaid her own tartness. She raised her head and looked down at him. "Over?" she asked.A weak smile crossed his lips. I always stay at my cousins house, even used to sleep there itself and refuse going home. My aunt and uncle too didnt mind me staying there. Days passed and we all grew up. I preferred spending time with cousins than friends. My friends used to tell me about various porn and sex stuffs.One day my friend gave me a porn film dvd. I kept it in my school bag and took it to my cousins house. I was very eager to see that as that was my first time. I used to share everything with my cousins, so i told. Cransen, cool and collected, said, "It's OK, Matthew. You can comethis afternoon. Just bring your clothes and stuff. I will pick you up at3 O'clock. OK?" I agreed in a hurry!I packed up and checked out. Mrs. Cransen came promptly at 3. "Is that aLincoln?" I asked. "Yes it is. We own many cars. Now lets' go!" I put my things in the trunk, and off we went. She had the sameclassical music playing on the car stereo that she had played in thehouse."I've prepared your room for you. Its' all ready! I.