Susan also harboured a secret. She had an insatiable hunger for sex. It was something that just crept up on her from time to time. She would be perfec...ly happy with her sex life for ninety percent of the time. But every now and then, Susan needed to get fucked hard and used beyond belief. It started as a hunger that clawed at the pit of her stomach. She would fantasise about any man in the street as they walked past. In her dreams, she would frequent restaurants where she would wantonly bend. She had moved closer so that she could hear him over the pounding music. At times there had been awkward silences between them, neither really sure what to say, instead, content to watch the couples dancing. Finally he had smiled at her under the flashing lights, and asked her to dance. She wasn’t sure if she had answered him, but soon found herself melding into the throng of couples heading for the dance floor. The dance floor was filled with couples dancing to the slow and soothing tempo of. All the time she was encouraging me; telling me how much she loved being pissed on and how much she missed it.From what she said, I presumed that her actions were not the norm in her household. I found myself loving every minute of this brief, erotic and very naughty encounter.While I started to feel more relaxed at letting all my golden fluids escape I was once more taken aback by Debbie’s actions.She cupped her hand to contain the liquid and lifted it up to my pubic hairs. She let the liquid. After several minutes I was ready to cum. I asked Coach H if he wanted me to stop and he said to continue but to shoot my cum onto my chest. Which I did. My cock was sensitive and I stopped masturbating. Coach H told me to keep masturbating. I continued masturbating until I started to squirm and could no longer take the hyper sensitivity. “Stop for a minute” Coach H told me. Coach H got up and scrapped my cum from my chest and put it in a cup. Coach H sat back down and told me.