As my eyes fell to examine sparse, blond hair cut to a perfect V that I knew had been trimmed for her bikini, some part of my brain realized the towel...she’d wrapped around it wasn’t wet, either, which meant she’d put it on for effect, rather than because it was needed. At the same time my eyes followed the natural direction indicated by the V of her pubes, which led them to pussy lips that looked like they belonged on a woman twice her age. Her inner labia bulged from between the outer ones, as. It wasn't in Michael's nature to be late. He was either 10 minutes early, or right on time. She checked her cell phone. It showed no messages. She sighed, and headed for one of the huge, luxurious couches over by the fireplace. All around, there were couples sitting closely together, whispering or cuddling. It made her feel grossly out of place.A waiter came over to ask if she'd like anything. She ordered a glass of Zinfandel, meanwhile looked at her watch again. The waiter nodded and hurried. At first I felt the gag reflex but after the fifth attempt it seemed to subside a bit and did not feel at all uncomfortable. I continued sucking passionately on his dick as if I was a young slut on heat. I started massaging his huge testicles as I was sucking and he really started getting into the "swing of things". He was thrusting toward me each time I withdrew from his shaft and was literally fucking my face. He grabbed hold of the back of my head and forced me all the way to his crotch. "As I don't wish to be humiliated in front of my own students, Coach Phillips and Master Cho have also agreed to spar a round with each other so you can see what the top masters in the martial arts can do. We'll begin with that demonstration. Gentlemen, to first fall." Coach Hancock stepped away and the two men took up positions on opposite sides of the wrestling mats. They bowed to each other. Then the match was on.It was funny and stupid to watch. Coach Phillips was maybe two inches shorter.