"What?" You. Miss Bitch. You've got that down to an art." I could hear the anger in his voice now. "You're sitting there as if you haven't got a care ...n the world. I wish I could be as emotionless as you." Just leave, Shane. Just ... leave."As the door slammed behind him, I leaned my head back against the window. The rain was coming down harder now and I could make out the shape of the old elm out front, its boughs bending under the relentless wind.Try as I might, I couldn't get Shane's words. It didn't takelong again before I found myself hard. This time I had more self-control, so Ihad more time to think of Coach. Amazingly enough, I was able to repeat thewhole thing after dinner and a little TV. I went to bed tired and sore.The next day on the way to school, I felt that little pang of guilt that alwaysseemed to accompany any thoughts I had of sex. My thought that Coach had wantedme to see him had turned to the paranoid fact that he knew I had seen him andthen also knew what I had. ” I smiled to himself. “what was that dear?” she moaned again and rocked back against me even harder. “I said you’re a tease.” I chuckled quietly and responded “I know.”She whimpered as my tongue expertly found her asshole again. Very slowly I brought her to fever pitch, and then quickly withdrew. She panted and mumbled in frustration. Would she never have an orgasm? Why is he doing this to me?I made quick work of standing up behind her. She could feel my muscular thighs against her sensitive. "I don't mean bathing. I mean putting a finger inside you and tickling yourself." What!"Realizing she may have gone too far, Peggy backtracked. "You've never?" Peggy, what the hell are you talking about?" I better start from the beginning Kathy, then maybe you'll understand what I'm talking about.Maybe two months ago I was taking a bath and I touched myself down there." So?" It felt so good I kept at it, you know, and all of a sudden my finger slipped inside my puss and I was thrilled to.