“Now you sit on my face,” he said to Matilda.She argued at first, thinking it was both odd and probably impossible. When she ended up, however, wi...h her hands on the headboard, and her pussy rubbing his face, she decided it not only could be done ... it should be done. She particularly liked the fact that she could move the part of her pussy she wanted licked ... to where it was licked the best.The only problems with his plan were that Matilda liked it too much, and he couldn’t talk. Normally,. Gwen eagerly did as he suggested, reaching up to grasp his dangling balls in their lightly-haired sac. She kept her mouth tight around his cock, sucking and slurping, a thin line of drool running from the corner of her mouth now as she salivated hungrily around her mouthful.She hefted his balls with both hands, liking the feel of his goose-eggs in her palms, then brought her hands together gently to rub and stroke them between her palms, sending shocks both through his spine and down the whole. " I know what you mean, " I replied. "I could use some exercise myself." You're welcome to join me," Coach said. "Bring your workout stuff and we canwalk some laps on Monday." I think I will," I said. Coach said goodbye and headed for the track as Iheaded to my car. I couldn't resist having one last look before driving away. Ihad always seen him in a suit. To see him wearing those shorts was quite atreat. All weekend long he kept crossing my mind. Monday during the day I sawCoach only once.. Tonight she was wearing her usual pair of black-knit slacks and a tailored red blouse. I asked her if she’d care for a glass of champagne and she nodded. Then she asked me what the special occasion was. I explained to her that I had just had a pretty good night tip-wise myself and had just grabbed a bottle as I was stopping at the market for some smokes.She grinned as I handed her the glass and asked me how much. I declined to tell her the true figure because she would automatically assume.