I saw her entering the library after the class and straightway headed for the library after her. I started looking for the books and take a seat on th... table. She was sitting in front of me. There was nobody on that reading table.I asked her: do you stay in daga lay out.She: yes.Me: I also stay there.She: I knowMe: What did you tell your mother yesterday?She: I told her that you are a teacher in the college.We ended conversations as general and I left the library to attend another class. But. If he hadn't already. "Bull Shit." he said "I'm not gonna have your mom up here kicking my ass because you're sore tomorrow. Now get in there." "Alright, coach." I conceded as I turned to do as I was told and was relieved to see he had his towel around his waist. I laid down on the training table and my coach poured massage oil on my back and began working my muscles over. The relaxation it caused and the strength of his hands felt good and when I closed my eyes his enourmous cock. Occasionally I’d reach up and massage her titties and lick her nipples to keep them nice and hard for me. Then I realized I was about to orgasm and I hadn’t even touched myself. I was very curious as to how I could use my unconscious friend to help me orgasm fully. I decided to keep It safe and grabbed her hand as I scooted my pussy towards her hand I held out toward me. As I took one finger and massaged my wet clit with her I felt so in control. Since she was passed out I got to do what. The cunt that I was pumping into belonged to Suzie, Wendy's baby sister. Suzie came to live with us after a fight with her boyfriend. It was something about him ordering her to fuck two of his friends. She would have fucked them if he had asked her nicely, but she did not like his macho attitude when he tried to order her to fuck them. I think that, maybe, there were other issues before this particular confrontation.“I don't need a pimp.” she told him, and grabbed her car keys, her phone and.