His life seemed all the more enriched and better for hearing this beautiful tune. She was leaning up on some rocks, in the shallows of the water. Her ...oice continued to carry him and walked nearer to her, not aware of himself anymore. Not aware of his own body, the only thing he was aware of were his eyes and the hauntingly beautiful tune they were hearing. He wasn't even aware of the dull pain underneath his bare feet as he walked over the rocks, some of the smaller, pointer stones hurting. "You. My office. Now!"Coach marched me to his office in the gym, barely giving me time to pull my skirt down. It was only when I was standing in front of Coach's desk in a room that smelled of sweat and musty paper that I realized I left my panties outside.One wall of Coach's office was windows and a door leading down to the guy's locker room. The rest of the room was made up of cinder block walls painted with the school mascot and the door leading to the Athletics office that we had walked. Me: sorryShe: so what now? U r a professional and you don’t even tell me the details of your sex life. If not so many times, I have had sex, got it? Gimme more details now.Me: I’m not v comfortable speaking of sex with you dear.She: this is the last time I am telling you. Gimme every detail with no excuse. We r both adults and we are happy speaking with each other.Me: oh god! This is awkward. Lisa was a v hot girl, she was 5ft 5 with great boobs and figure, now don’t blame me, and u asked me to. "Bill," she tells me on the phone, refusing to address me by the proper term she ought to, "I'm not a goddamn lezzy!" I'm so very proud of her!But everything she does, everything she takes like a trooper, every assfucking, mouthfucking, titfucking, every time you see her getting slapped around and called a whore, every time she's gangbanged, every times she meekly accepts the cum on her face, her tits, her hair, her ass, her pubic hair (red, like on her lovely young head) and then begs for.