Abigail then perched herself on the arm of the sofa and began tugging rapidly on my shaft."Yes thank you, yes that's it!" I groaned loving the feel of...her touch."God it's so big, and so hard!" Abigail said as she reached over with her other hand and began rubbing my cock with both hands."Abs were are you?" I heard Carry ask after a moment."She's helping me!" I called back.I then heard a few quick steps and suddenly Carry appeared at the doorway with a look of horror on her face."Abigail, what. Coach Kingwood was duly impressed.“Dear lord! I thought college boys ate a lot,” he observed, and then offered some advice. “Don’t fill up on salad and bread.”“Don’t worry, I’m sure I’ll figure out some way to choke my steak down,” I said between shoveling bites of a variety of salad-bar foods into my mouth.He just shook his head when we all ate our steaks and huge baked potatoes when the main course arrived. I think we showed some restraint when we skipped dessert. We had to watch our figures,. Her legs opened around me as I set on the hood. She looked down at my hard cock, pointing straight at her wet, still dripping pussy.She reached down between us and grasped the hard shaft, pulling me toward her. She guided me in knowing it was all too late…please, not inside me this time.My hips rocked forward and pushed my entire cock into her. Her legs went up and around me, her naked heels pressing against my ass as I filled her. Her pussy was so wet, so hot. Her silky walls gripped at. As the feather lightly brushed across her clit she wanted to cum from the unexpected sensation. It was pure ecstasy that lasted only briefly before he moved on. She wanted him to move the feather back to her clit. He touched her body in various places, occasionally going back to her clit. Each time it touched there she wanted more. He finally lingered there, teasing her; her pleasure building with each stroke. When he sensed she was nearing her peak, he stopped. She begged for release and he.