Pushing it further and further between my swollen lips with each stroke You find the spot that rubs my quivering clit. You know you've hit home becaus... my hips buck forward and I take in a deep hissing breath. My eyes fly open. The bartender is still at the other end of the bar (Thank God for the loud music and darkness...although the woman closest to us is looking at me strangely...I smile weakly at her, she smiles back then goes back to talking to the people with her). I hang on to the bar to. When I recovered, I was determined to go back to the club and have another visit with Coach Bill.The following week I made it a point to linger as long as I could in the pool and in the shower room, waiting until most of the other boys had left. I sauntered into the dressing room as the last boy left, teasing me about being a “slowpoke.”I went to the door of Coach Bill’s office and peeked in. He was sitting at his desk looking at a magazine of some kind. When he became aware that someone was at. Her red and green holiday sweater was flecked with glitter, as were her brown leggings, presumably the same glitter from the sweater. Her beasts engulfed Sara’s face as she was swept up like a branch in a flood. She pecked the top of her head with kisses. Subtle perfume plucked at Sara’s memory.“Ah my baby, I missed you so much,” she said, smothering her daughter.“Mom I can’t breathe!” Her mom pulled her to arms length. Sara laughed, “It’s been three months, mom.”Her mom put a hand to her. We quickly got our keycards and headed for the elevators behind the reception desks and zoomed up to the 24th floor. We held hands and I look down at Selene and she was giddy with excitement.She leaned over and spoke into my ear. “My panties are soaked,” she said. “I want you to fuck my all weekend, Daddy.”I wanted to take her right there in the elevator but clutched her hand tightly as the elevator doors opened and we headed down the corridor to our room.My hand shook when I slid the keylock.