I want to look down at our bodies and see my creamy thighs against your olive thighs, to have everything, everything single little thing, but you drop...away. I want to get lost in the perfect rhythm of our bodies together, I want our music to flow, the rhythm to arouse me, to feel the beat of your heart, to feel you inside me, filling me, stretching me… I want to feel you want me… I want you to handle my intense contractions around you, without filling me with your seed, to know you love the. Tim could have turned into a giant lizard at that point and the coach would not have noticed.With hips a swinging and cleavage a jiggling, Sue took her time to reach the front door. Or at least it seemed so to Tim. His mom did look hot.“Coach Jim?” Sue reached out, so they could shake hands. “I’m Sue Stevens. This is my son, Tim.” His mom suddenly made a pouty face and broke into baby talk, “ A boy you cut from your team.”Sue wasn’t sure if the coach was hearing a word she said. It didn’t. I let it fill my mouth completely, swirling around my tongue, tasting, savoring – and then swallowing frantically as I took it all – something Id never done to Stu. The depravity of what I was doing suddenly overwhelmed me as I came again – really hard – so hard it felt as if I was shaking to pieces. Afterward, I slumped down, whimpering softly, totally spent, but still staring at Randys semi-hard cock. He picked me up and dumped me unceremoniously on the couch. I remember that I stared up at. The hair was smooth and had a copper red hue. Her face was white with even proportions. She looked like the girl that liked to go party, yet was the responsible kind that could have a deep conversation at 3am while everyone else was passed out with booze or drugs. There was something neat, compact, and arranged about her makeup and body postures, like she could handle herself well on a traveling adventure. She definitely had a minor in art. There were subtle hints in her clothing that she had.