Them manly woman coach was in the shower when I walked by. Coach Carol Foster was all naked and made no attempt to cover or hide anything when I walke... by. As a matter of fact she stopped me and wanted to talk to me about something. "Hey Craig, come here for a second. Let me finish showering, hey you got a couple of minutes to come to my office." Carol said as she rinsed off giving me a full frontal view and I must say she did not look manly at all. Nice tits, wide hips, neatly trimmed dark. I flopped down on the sofa while Lena put the kettle on to make us some tea. Luckily, the milk we'd brought back with us had survived the trip.Lena brought me my tea and the mail to sort through. It was mostly bills, a couple of postcards, one was from Carol and Patti on holiday in France. I hoped that they'd had a better break than we'd had. After a second cup of tea and some biscuits, I fired up my beautiful iMac and checked my e-mail. Lena busied herself with the unpacking and sorting out. .yeah." They thought Jordan was a girl? Well with hisheight...and his clothes...was he skinnier? "Jordan is great, kind, funny,a hard worker, really motivated for uh, upward mobility, and willing to doany job no matter how hard." Most of which was true, but he didn't say forhow long before his motivation returned to his music."Well, that's great. I do have one more question." Okay?" Is she standing right beside you?"Eric looked at Jordan, who still held his hand, his face a mix ofdesperation. Plump scarlet veins fed the fierce hardness of it. Gripping it firmly, it did not yield. Playfully, she pressed it to her cheek watching his pleading eyes widen in anticipation.“It feels so hot and ready to fuck.”“Oh god, oh...”Taking him in her mouth, she felt his body lurch as the head of his cock defeated her gag reflex. He gripped the edge of the bench, a deep growl escaped from the cavernous barn as his body rose and fell on deep lungfuls of air.“SHIT!!!”Leaving a tidemark of vivid red.