’ he said, smiling at her. ‘Sorry?’ she said, afraid she missed something. ‘Well, you called me that last evening.’ She went through the mem...ries of the party and remembered calling out to him. ‘I did, didn’t I?’ she said. ‘I didn’t mean to-‘ ‘I don’t dislike it, so when we’re in private call me Jean.’ She nodded, feeling a bit shy to call him Jean again. ‘I’m glad to see you kept the braid. It looks good on you.’ ‘Thank you.’ she said, happy to hear she looked good from him. ‘Now, sit down.’. --oooOooo--I had a chance to talk with Coach Golden the following Monday afternoon. "Do you mind a few questions, Coach?" I asked politely."Bob Burton warned me about you," Coach replied with a grin. "Why? Why? Why? He said you asked that constantly for the past four years." I'm not trying to be a pain in the neck," I responded. "I just want to learn as much as I can from good coaches." Fire away, Kyle." I was wondering why you set up the football camp the way you did," I began. Coach waved me. Smelling her woman’s scent, I stroked myself hard and fast, shutting my eyes, picturing her masturbating in them to leave her scent like she had. I groaned in pleasure, and gently licked a particularly wet spot, and groaned, cumming hard without warning. I’d never cum that hard, or that fast. What had she done to me? No…scratch that. I didn’t care. I was hooked on her.I fell back exhausted and smiling, managing to tuck myself away before I fell asleep again. Going to the gym always did this to. Tara smiled down at it."Okay," she said, "now jerk off on my tummy! I want to see you come."Robert obeyed without question, of course, and he stood leaning against the mattress,and between Tara's wide-spread legs, and it didn't take him long (it never really did) before he groaned out loud as he began to ejaculate his long pent up load of sperm---and they both watched as it spurted surprisingly far for his usual orgasms!"Uhhhgod!" He kept saying, as he rapidly emptied his balls across the silky.