She said “let it go, it’ll feel better if he gets it all out”. When I pulled my hand off, Bob’s super sized cock stood straight up, flipped th... towel aside and started filling the condom with thick, milky cum. Me and mom just watched in awe as his big cock kept flexing and the condom kept expanding until about the first three inches of cum filled condom drooped to the side but it kept getting bigger. Mom had a lusty amazed look on her face as she moaned “would you look at that, I’ve never seen. “Sure,” I said, “have you showered yet?”“No ma'am.”“Come and join me,” I said, wondering if it was such a good idea, teacher-student ethics and all. But, after all, I was just their coach and nothing was going to happen, no line would be crossed, right? Although it was a large stall, I stepped toward the wall, allowing her maximum space to step in. It was Megan, a leggy, athletic youngster with a crown of wayward reddish-blond curls. She was the star midfielder but seemed somewhat shy and. You’d think in a place filled with so many women, I wouldn’t have a hard time meeting someone interesting. Yeah, that’s what I thought. I thought there were a lot of women at Brockton Community College. I was wrong. The campus was filled with harpies, hussies and bitches. I’m not exaggerating, and I’m not bitter. I’m simply telling the truth. Back in Haiti, I knew plenty of educated, intelligent and sophisticated black men and black women. These were the people who headed my country’s. Jess’s inquisitive tongue grazed over them, a virgin taste of the sweet tang, then harder, more purposeful, searching out the inner core initially hidden by the folds. She ploughed her tongue into the groove, Gemma’s juices coating her chin as they spilled out.“Uhhhhhh, oh yes, oh yes, oh baby that’s it, stick your tongue in me,” she cried.Jess pushed her friends legs over the arms of the chair, spreading them so wide, Gemma was almost doing the splits. She continued administering the pleasure.