I could tell he was going to be a problem and I wasn’t going to let his passive-aggressive behavior continue.“Alan, if you have a problem with me,...we’ll talk afterward. This doesn’t have anything to do with you, it’s a team matter.”“You don’t consider me part of the team?” he asked incredulously.“Like I said, you and I can talk privately. Now is not the time or place.”“Are you going to let him talk to a coach like that?” Alan asked Coach Hope.“Oh, dear God! Are you telling on me?” I asked in. I looked back and my Aunt was gone. I slipped on some shorts and tee shirt and went to the kitchen. My Aunt had made a frozen lasagna for dinner. As we were eating there was an uneasy silence between us. I could smell her muskiness in the air and as I was thinking about the events of the day. Yep, another hard on. I was glad I was already sitting at the table and she couldn't see. As she brought me a plate she leaned over and put it on the table her chest rubbed against my shoulder. I shuddered. Slowly you work your way down from my shoulders to the small of my back to my butt; pulling and kneading, pressing and drawing. My purring increases in intensity.It must have affected you, too. You lay your penis in my crack and pull my cheeks toward the center and beside your shaft as you slowly shift forward then backward. Your penis slides between the cheeks of my ass. I am getting moist.The fingers are once again on my back, lightly tracing circles and lines on my tingling skin. With no. I told her wear something he can't resist. Just after she began working as a hostess she gave me a nice surprise. Her dress code for the job was a dress / skirt, pantyhose and dress flats. So one evening after coming in from work he picked off her shoes and asked me to rub her feet. I love her legs in nylon , at five foot four and a hundred pounds her legs are one hundred percent sexy. As I rubbed her feet she sipped a cold beer. After her second one my rubbing had moved up her legs to her.