How long have you been playing with yourself, babe? Hm? How many orgasms did you give yourself, huh?”None, none at all! I wanted to tell him. Not fo... lack of trying.“None, huh?” he asked, and I startled a little. He chuckled. The rough rasp of it trickled down my neck. “You’re such a bad liar, babe. Here, let me see.“I could hear a wet sound, like a finger sliding through slick pussy lips. I stifled a moan, too scared to miss a second of this, to miss a single word or single breath.“Look at. I cry as I touch my tongue to his puckered whole. I hear Coach step closer to wear my head is the I see his pale thighs with the corner of my eye. “Bo.” He commands. He grabs the back of Bo’s head and gives a throaty moan. I hear sucking noise then I see Bo’s head bobbing. “Yeah, suck my cock you greedy mother fucker.” Coach throws his head back and Bo sucks harder. While he sucks, his hands move to my pussy and invade my entrance. Bo moans around Coach’s dick and Coach pulls out. “Can I fuck. I was beginning to look very feminine what with my hair, painted finger nails and now make up.I heard the door unlock and Ann came in carrying some boxes. She put them down on the bed and smiled, "Please get undressed, Susan and I will show you what you are going to wear."I did as I was told and Ann began unpacking the boxes.She handed me a pair of sheer grey tights and told me to put them on. Ann giggled as I struggled pulling them up and said, "You will learn, Susan. I think stockings are. I caught her in my arms as she fell, exhausted, and gently I lowered us both to the wet grass and held her gently as she panted her way back from wherever it was she had gone.After a while she began to move; I found myself asking “Are you OK?” She laughed a laugh I had never heard – a deep, relaxed, satisfied laugh, and then answered “Oh, yeah, Danny. I’m great. That was awesome!” Then she turned and looked at me with something brand new in her eyes – a look of wonderful contentment and joy.