It was simple really. Every friday after her game she would stay an extra hour to practice her free throws. The coach didn't have time to stay so she ...eft the locker room door open for her to shower and when she left the janitor would lock up on his way out. It was the perfect plan, after the game i just hid in one of the bathrooms and waited for the coach to leave. When she did i snuck into the girls locker room and hid in a stall. While in their i took my camera out and waited. When she came. My fingers plunged inside to her warm wet pussy and her moans increased in volume and intensity. My tongue worked its way to her clit which had just appeared from its hood and traced tiny circles around it, being careful not to touch it just yet. A third finger slipped into her pussy and her hands clung to the bed sheets making tight fists. She tasted so good. I felt her start to tighten around my fingers and clamped my mouth around her clit, tongue dancing on it, doing a jig almost. The words. I felt uppity. I felt in the right."Cully, look!"Momentarily lost in my reverie I found she'd lowered the top of her dress and her breasts were exposed."Cully's not a tit man. Cully's not a tit man. Cully's not a tit man." Sing song/Sing song. "You only married me for my rump. That's all you care about, isn't it? You lusted over it the moment we met and since. I caught you looking at it from day one."Then a final refrain: "Cully's not a tit man."She grabbed a hand off the steering wheel. "You. I wanted to mount him in his chair, but I knew that he wanted a blow job first. I began to undo his pants, as Mark moved his tongue to my tits. He licked and sucked my nipples through the lace making it and me very wet. When I liberated his cock from his pants Mark pushed me down by my shoulders and backed me up so that most of my body was up under the desk. I began licking the crown of his cock and Mark moaned softly. He kept his hands on the desk and didnt look down. I took him into my mouth.