Sharon looked at the back of Wendy’s head and could feel her relax. The hard part was over. Wendy was going to accept her punishment, and Sharon spa...ked her again, watched her bottom wobble from side to side, and when it subsided gave her another spank. Soon the spanks were raining down, getting harder as Wendy was getting used to the rhythm of the spanking and the spread of pain across her bottom. Sharon started to spank the tops of her legs and when gently easing Wendy’s legs apart they shot. .She stroked it for few minutes. It was throbbing in her hands. She bent on her knees and kissed my cock head. Her kissing was making me go crazy…… She opened her mouth and gulped the head inside……. So lovely she was expert in cock sucking…….. She swiped her tongue on the eye of cock head…. She was sucking my cock…Oh my god……….. My cock was touching her tonsils…….. I began bucking my hips forward to meet her mouth thrusts.. Her head was bobbing on my tool…………I was left to fondle her nipple. I. I love Joan more than life itself. I made the travel arrangements. We would take a sleeper train to Chicago. I thought we'd enjoy the nostalgia of a train ride and avoid the hassle of the airports. We got the train at South Station, checked our bags and found our sleep room. It had two pull down bunks, a small bath, and a sitting area. We decided to go to the lounge car. We went to the bar and ordered martinis. The car was relatively full with businessmen and students. Joan was wearing a cotton. We had a fifteen minute break between quarters and we were all surprised at how Coach used it."You six," he pointed at the guys who had played most of the first half, "shower up. Use fresh t-shirts for the second half. We don't have full uniform changes for you. You've got four minutes then Whitney's coming in to shower." There were a couple whoops and Whitney blushed. Coach tossed her a clean t-shirt to wear under her jersey and a towel. She stood back and waited her turn for the showers."They.