I could feel it jerk at my touch. I smiled. Gently, I tugged on his boxers. They slid down his legs and released his black monster from within. I came...again. I was so anxious to have it between my legs and buried deep into my now cum soaked pussy.He took my hands as he backed up and sat on the small bench. His cock stood up like he had a baseball bat between his legs. I moved eagerly towards him. Placing one leg on the outside of each of his, I was straddled above his meaty pole. He looked at. . I apologise and move back a bit - and resume my gazing at her tightly held pussy shape through satin pink panties - that are showing a bit of evidence of moisture seeping out... well she seems game anyway...I mention to her that she might want to take a break - have a coffee or whatever - and she agrees... Me - I go to make a coffee at the coffee machine - no going downstairs now...I go back into the training area and try to work out just how game she is for some action and don't notice her. I had finger fucked myself many times before but to have someone else do it, oh, I thought I was in heaven. I let out a moan when his finger went deeper. I was growing hotter by the second, I tugged my shirt down and my breasts came popping out. I think I surprised him because I felt his finger hesitate briefly. But his hesitation was quickly replace by eagerness and that thought barely had time to run across my mind when I felt his mouth lock around my nipple, sucking on it roughly. I could. Maybe it was his way with words, something that I inherited, because his looks weren’t much to speak of. I myself am lucky I took after my mother’s side in most of my physical attributes. Dad’s side did seem to be filled with testosterone though, having a long line of men every generation seeming to outgrow the others in muscular development. So needless to say I wasn’t complaining. Sure, dad left mom and I on our own but I was well on the way to adulthood with a built body, and la rge cock.