Her hands encircled both cocks and she started to pull on them, and with each pull they seemed to get bigger and thicker. The coach slid off her blous... and bra tossing them in Harold's direction. Then the men took off their shirts. Mr. Smith had chiseled seven-days-a-week gym muscle. The coach was a powerful man despite his big solid gut."Yo! That is a bit too dry! Spit in your hands!" demanded the coach. She spit a dainty little spit into her palmbut they laughed at her telling her to really. "Hey, big boy, wanna play around?" she asked teasingly as her hands wrapped around him and slid from his chest to his stomach."Always ready," he answered, laughing at her innocent playfulness."Oooohhh, I'll just bet you are!" she answered, trying to sound sexy, looking over at the others while she bent her knees and slid down his body. Suggestively, she wiggled her hips, which Eric, of course, couldn't see. But it made her breasts rub back and forth over his back as she bent down. Her fingers. Her mind put her in Mrs. Underwood’s place, under Mr. Underwood’s body, she imagined Mrs. Underwood watching as her husband rammed his cock into Nicolette’s creaming fuck-hole, her fingers became his plunging cock. Her tight pussy walls were gripping at his cock, urging him on to explode, to fill her tight little cunt with a sizzling hot load. Mrs. Underwood’s increasing cries of pleasure. mingled with her own lusty imaginings, propelled her faster and faster, oh yeah,. As our situation was a bit precarious economically, purely because of things out of our control, I accepted.The job was to visit a number of older people who had been referred to the agency by doctors as they lived alone and all were suffering from flu, just to check that they were ok and eating!I didn’t have a nurses uniform but the agency supplied me with a plain white one, just above knee length.After the first day when I visited 10 different people, I changed the tights for stockings, and.