I have especially strong orgasms while listening him beg me to take his cock out and give him a hand job or a blowjob. I haven't let him fuck me for 4...years now. He begs for that too. Sometimes I will allow him to remove his underwear. I tell him if he begs me in the nude with his hard shaved boner pointed up to the ceiling that I will consider it. (Of course I never really do). I will let him see my tits as I play with my nipples while he does this. I have to actually finger myself, just touch. I followed Buckley's directions and found the locker room. I went inside and turned on two showers and started to undress. I took off my shoes and socks and pulled down my shoulder straps until I was only wearing my singlet up to my waist. That's when Buckley walked in and looked me over. He turned back and locked the door (probably so the coaches wouldn't find us) and looked back at me. "You got a pretty cute butt there, Nathan," his words made me blush, "There are still some of the people. The sweater fit her like a second skin, tightly stretched across her upper body to show her magnificent breasts provocatively confined beneath the soft gray fabric. The outline of what Roberts knew had to be a heavily-wired bra could be seen clearly through the tight fabric, the heavily-structured bra cups showing swells of warm flesh barely restrained by the confining cups. The turtleneck was the type with vertical ribs that flowed provocatively in and out around the pronounced mounds of her. Unable to repress a slight gasp, the fingers were suddenly withdrawn, prompting her quite without thought, to whisper aloud, “It’s alright, I don’t mind.” Seconds passed but no further contact was forthcoming. Twice she repeated her simple message but was answered only by a hushed silence. It was then she noticed the window just slightly open. Had not she closed it shortly before getting into bed? She was no longer sure of anything. At that moment, a sudden gust of wind blew the drapes to.