The Coach wasted no time in squeezing her huge melons around his head. Kissing her cleavage. Using his tongue to make long strokes between her breast ...hile holding them and bouncing them in her hands. He was giving her breast a good workout. Sucking, licking, kissing, and nibbling every inch including underneath them. They were so massive that he had to use both hands to hold on and squeeze it while feasting on the other. He sucked her nipples so hard, they were really red and throbbing. She. "My words were cut off by Jenny kissing me. I pushed her away."As I was trying to say, it is Saturday tomorrow, so no work," I went on, "suppose we go to bed in our own beds. Or rather, with you in my daughter's room, and we see how you feel in the morning once the alcohol is out of you and you can think clearly again."She did not look happy about it and I was expecting some argument, but she did not say anything. Then she looked at me for a while."If I agree," she bargained, "can we at least. In a moment of panic, she looked around, noticing that she and her partners were the center of attention. Humiliation washed over her, filling her with heat, quickly washed away as the redheaded girl’s mouth travelled down her quaking belly, her hands trapping her own, fingers twining as she lovingly kissed her mound, the dark patch of hair that decorated it, her steaming pussy… Arms wrapped around her, cupping her breasts from behind, teasing her aching nipples, twisting and tugging. Fevered. “No,” she breathed.My hands moved down the sides of her body and into her shorts. I traced the smooth outline of her ass then the outside of her legs. My hands then moved back upwards, this time on the inside, momentarily brushing up against her pubis. She exhaled deeply. My hands went down again and I felt the smooth, hairless mons, then the soft folds of her labial lips. I pushed my index finger down on her clitoris, causing her to gasp as she turned around and kissed me deeply.She maneuvered.