Find the light switch. Panting. Heart pounding in my ears."Wait," I husked. "I've changed my mind." WHAT?" he blurted, eyes flying open."Kidding," I s...iled. "I just want to slow things down." Success," he said tightly, taking his hands from under my skirt and placing them in the small of my back.We kissed again, less desperately but more enjoyably; I wanted to enjoy all of this, to remember every moment. Still kissing, we edged towards the bedroom, shedding shoes along the way while I. Newnen asked. Coach didn't take his eyes off her, 'Highest marks today. If she can keep it up she'll be on the honors list this year.' Mr. Newnen smiled, 'I told you. She just needs focus and little training.' She beamed and her legs twitched.She instinctively slid off the training belt and picked up the ball. They both looked at her. She lifted her eyebrows in anticipation of her instructions. Coach pushed her over on the desk and ran his hand between her legs. She shook and moaned. Mr. Newnen. It was then that I registered his cock throbbing inside me. Still moving in and out in gentle but deliberate motions. Reigniting the fire that had started to die down.He looked up at me suddenly, the heat in his eyes sending a shudder straight to my core. "Can you come again, Holly?"My head started to shake in the negative. But my whole body arched—a scream catching in my throat—when his fingers played over my clit. All while he continued stroking within me.I lost track of how long that one. Amber never referred to her as Mrs. Jones except when she and Jerome were about to, in the middle of, or had just finished sex. It was a standing joke between them.“Don’t 'Mrs. Jones' me, Amber,” Joan said with a false sternness, “and, if you are serious, I would love to but just for a taste.” Joan smiled.She came into the bedroom, unbuttoning her blouse. The weekend was getting off to a great start. Jerome rolled off of Amber and lay sideways next to her, his cock wet and stiff. He was.