She wasn't sure that she had felt it. She shook her head. She didn't believe in such nonsense and superstition. It was just her excitement affecting h...r. And being close to Mr. Smith.The training room was Spartan but spacious. Two large screens, a locked cabinet, and an apparatus made from steel tubing, mostly. There were some rings set into the floor and some wires hanging from the ceiling with hooks on them. The sight of them made her shiver in anticipation. There were wires running from the. "The OTHER job offer. You knew about that before I came in here!" Rod is an old buddy of mine." confided Clyde. "And a football fanatic. When he heard rumors that Southeast State had offered the coaching job to some young buck from our town he called me to get the skinny on what kind of coach he was. We just got to talking and ... well, you know the rest."Claire was as astounded as if she'd seen a flying saucer. Up to this point in time, Clyde Phinneas was the coldest man she'd ever met. He. I boarded the bus at Patancheru. The bus was almost full except for the last row. I immediately ran towards it to grab the window seat so that I can place my head on the closed window while sleeping. The bus was about to start and I noticed a man was sitting on my right side (left side was a window). I plugged my earphones and started hearing to the music. The bus conductor came to me and I bought my ticket for my destination. I asked him to inform me when it will arrive.The bus got filled up. I reach under her flat, sweat-soaked pelvis, and lifted her higher, slamming my hard aching cock deeper and deeper in the forbidden sanctuary of her tight, lust-moistened channel. My fleshy spear slipping in and out of her clasping sheath easily, well lubricated with her juices that seeps from her puckered pussy-lips and trickled down her smooth, supple thighs. I rock my hips back, pulling my hard cock from her clutching tunnel until only the bulbous tip remained between her taut, stretched.