..I'll just have to see about that. What else... there must be more... what other ideas do you have? Tell me I want to know. Tell me now!" as she kept...rubbing me, keeping me excited and on the edge. The more excited I got, the more loose my jaw became. "I, uh, you know, kind of like women's lingerie and their clothes." Do you mean the pretty undies that I already wear or is there something more? Do you mean you'd like to wear some pretty panties and maybe a bras well, maybe some stockings or a. I thought about the neighbors. The ones on our east side were never home; they lived in Manhattan and rarely came to stay at their house. The couple on our west side was away again for an indefinite period. Heck, Penny was watching their house and even knew their schedule. No wonder the girls felt ‘safe’ being exposed so glaringly in our backyard.Somehow, I forced myself to prepare dinner. An hour later, the bathing beauties trooped through the kitchen on the way back to Penny’s room, naked and. I loved having him cum on me and especially in my mouth. It was the most intimate thing I knew of and the best way to show the Coach my feelings for him. His thick cum would coat my lips and tongue and I would crave the flavor. I would swallow as much of his cum as he could pump out.Coach loved to take care of me also. He loved to have me naked on his bed as his hands and mouth explored every inch of my young, hairless body. His mouth on my penis and ball sack could quickly bring me to orgasm.. “God, is she a fucking slut?” HE said. “She’ll take every inch of you.”The HE coached Michael in how to fuck my throat. HE had him hold my head and ease his cock down my throat. I could hear HIS pride and HE talked about how well I could deepthroat most any cock. It was all HIS training and HIS doing. Michael reeked of sweat and gas and mown grass. He tasted like sweat at the beginning, but soon I could taste the subtle brine of his pre-cum. I took Michael’s cock like a good girl...like the.