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, opened his fingers. He held two chestnuts. Melanie abruptly went all weak inside. “Are... are those mine?” “Yes,” he said, and tucked one up under her nose. It smelled like animal, a barnyard. He dragged it down across her lips. It was burnished smooth against the. She ground her hips slowly against me. She knew she was driving me crazy. She slid upwards, sitting on my chest. I could feel her dampness pressed against me. She pressed a nipple to my mouth and I slowly massaged her breast gently in my hand. She moaned softly. I tasted the milk begin to flow. Just like the rest of her, it was sweet. She moaned my name as she squirmed her hips. She pulled her nipple from my mouth and moved over so I could give it the same loving attention. She. Slowly, as I tweaked my rigid member and cupped my throbbing ballocks, memory returned in ragged fragments.She was the young and luscious wife of a very high ranking Tory, a wealthy man of extraordinarily odd tastes who had seemingly married her on a whim and then neglected her as if she did not exist while he dallied with young boys and much older women at a high-priced bordello. She lived in a fine and fancy house, surrounded by servants and silverware. She had wardrobes stuffed with all sort. I sucked and stroked him, fully enjoying getting him to a full erection. On my knees, my clitty strained in my panties. In the heat of the moment I couldn’t help but to start slowly humping his and that was met with a not so gentle “What the fuck are you doing?!” as his foot snap kicked sissy jewels. He let me know he was serious about and I immediately stopped humping his foot. As I was sucking him off, there were a few times I thought he was close to blowing his load down my throat. On the.