“Have you had a blow job before?” Coach H asks me as I masturbate him. “No sir” I reply. “Would you like one?” Coach H asks. “Yes si....” I reply. I stop masturbating Coach H as he gets up. “Sit back and spread you legs.” Coach H tells me. I comply. Coach H kneels between my legs and starts to suck on my cock. It feels good. After several minutes Coach H comes up for air and asks if I would blow him. “Sure”. Coach H. stands up and I sit up at the edge of the sofa. I take his cock. ” And I lifted it, holding it at the right height for her. She hesitated, gingerly walked forward, turned, and slipped her arms into the pack straps, then fastened the bellyband. I stopped and just admired her naked front, framed inside that backpack straps. She truly was gorgeous – and my fucktoy for the week.I pulled my pack up, swung it up and around, slid my arms into the straps, letting the weight slap against my shoulders, then clicked the bellyband closed, and adjusted the tightness. I debated with myself about opening it because I was still feeling hot inside and I knew I was not finished pleasing myself. I turned to go back to the bedroom when the bell rang again. Cursing silently, I opened the door. To my surprise, there were two of my coworkers standing there. Mary, who I told about tonight, and Jim, a friend I've known since I started working there a few years ago. I was a little aggravated because Mary knew what I had planned. She'd told me it was a great idea, so I. He didn't seem to notice all the sexy classmates that paraded in the school. He wasn't interested in chasing those girls any more. It didn't matter to him that they were wearing tight pants that showed off their sexy ass or shirts that barely held their large busts and sexy cleavage. He just focused on finishing his schoolwork so that he can run home to screw his Angel wife.In Chemistry class, he sat alone in the back as usual. The teacher Mr. Jones was becoming livid at the arguing duo Mary.