I remembered back to the first time I had travelled south during a spring break. My girlfriend and I had left home right after finals. We had driven a...l the way to Florida without stopping. When we entered northern Florida at sunrise, we had expected to see the roads lined with palm trees and other exotic vegetation.What we saw instead were rows and row of pine trees."If I wanted to see pine trees, I would have stayed home," I stated."I sure hope the scenery changes," I remember my companion. "Yes," – she says in a small timid voice, - "Yes, I got fucked." Mustafa fuck you again." – I say in a tone that does not allow for a retort. I stand up and take the pillow away from Christine, who is now completely naked in front of me. She opens her eyes to look up at me pleadingly, but she is clearly distracted by the bulge in my Speedo's, now considerably bigger. "Mustafa fuck you good," – I say as I take her by the soft upper arm and make her stand up. She looks around again, probably. However, my new job had provided me and my girlfriend with an opportunity to move out. It was not that I didn’t appreciate their hospitality but at times like this, I wished for nothing more than some ‘alone time’.With ‘alone time’ in mind, I walked through the front door with the intention of going straight to my room. I began walking up the stairs and whilst loosening the tie from around my neck, my stupor was interrupted by a familiar sound. The only difference was that it was not me making. She'd just seen him shooting his spooge and her panties were wet! She snapped the ball and ground the back of his hand into her wet panties.She made him do it four more times. Then, flushed and breathing hard, she smiled, reached up and kissed him on the cheek and said, "Thanks Coach. See you tomorrow," and bounced out of the office. This time he locked the door before he stroked himself to another mind blowing orgasm.The next night the girls practiced hard. They'd studied the play book he'd.