My God, I’d forgotten who I was, what I was, in the heat of some primal kind of need. Clothing slipped away, caught and pushed and clawed away from...heated skin. The table rocked and the cups were shoved to the back, away as he pushed me down. I closed my eyes, the reddened underside of my eyelids echoing the muted color of passion. He was against me, the iron velvet strength of him pushing at my thigh as he leaned to kiss my breast. Rough, wet, a cat lapping. Then heat as his lips surrounded. So let’s not start fucking around on the other, but agree to our swapping husbands and wives openly. We need to be respectful of the other person, and make arrangements ahead of time.”“That was the start of it all,” he explained.“So how did it all go?”“You sure you want to hear all of this?”“I sure do!” Vicky’s said, her pussy growing increasingly wet. “You tell such a good story. It’s as if I there with you. Please tell me some more.” she asked, guiding Dan’s hand down to her hot, wet pussy.. “Good girl,” he said.“Ha!” I gave a single, sarcastic laugh and grimaced at him. “Very funny. Do you ‘attaboy’ every guy who comes through your, uh, little cubicle?”“Only if they follow instructions as beautifully as you do,” he replied.Yeah, I had nothing.He commenced to pat down my arms, starting with my right, moving from hands to shoulder, then switched over to the left.“I feel like this is a little excessive, don’t you?” Man, his hands were big and warm. He wasn’t wearing gloves but I was. I wanted to run out of there, but walked around the back side of the lockers near Coach's office and saw him at his desk, and guess what he was beating his fucking meat and cock off to some porn mag from his desk. I was like OMG. I gotta see this fuck stick shoot his load. He kept looking around to see if anyone was coming near, then he went back at his cock and stroked it off like no tomorrow. I watched as he shot his load and load of ropes of cum on his hairy chest, watching that cock meat in.