I invented stories when I heard Liz tell Nancy she would be sending a Mr. Davis and to take care of him. Nancy had answered “Don’t I always?” an... I just took that in a whole new direction. I started to wonder if this is what men go through having a one tract mind and all. By the time we were finished with lunch and my mind had driven me mad with need, I found an excuse to go to the ladies room and put a hair brush handle to good use. This was not like me at all and I would have thought this was. ....never done this''''its ok, im no freak, you are cute , i woud love to teach you''my hearth was pounding looking at him he whisper in my ear''did you tough about sucking before''nodding feeling so shy''here touch it , you make me hard''looking around no one seeing himmy hand on his crotch help to feel his hard meat pole''just like that feel it,dont be shy i like you''rubbing his cock over his work pants''you could come home and you try if you want''''i would love to see you kiss my cock on. ..way warm...and I feel sucking sensations. He is sucking at my nipple. My brother is sucking at my nipple, without any restraint. My cunt is overflowing, my brain unable to keep up. I carefully look down through my eyelashes. His head is on my chest, lips enclosed around my left breast. I feel like I am going to die from this pleasure. I see him retrieving and close my eyes fully, my body still throbbing with the sensation of his mouth. I want him to come back, I feel like grabbing his head. However our morale was to take a knock when Miss Cavendish the team coach went down with shingles. It was really bad and she wasn’t going to be with the team till well after the final. When we heard we were getting a replacement from Lincoln University, we were cautious and then irate when we were told it was a guy. It was a girls’ team and we wanted a girl coach. So what if he was a hot shot hockey player…he could go coach the guys! That was before any of us had seen him. Harry was the sort of.