I felt a slight tingle down my spine as my gaze travelled from her toned legs, up to her hips, waist, and pert tits. I swear there was one more button...than yesterday undone, revealing just a little more flesh of her gorgeous DDs. My gaze met her dark, cocoa eyes and I let out a quiet gasp, feeling myself blush slightly at being caught looking again. I looked back up at her to find her eyes hadn't moved. There was no mistaking that she was smiling, almost devilishly right at me. I felt my cheeks. Her fingers rubbed away, finding every horny part of my wet pussy. ‘Fucking hell, look at them, fucking look at them!’ Derek groaned excitedly. ‘Wow, look at Gina’s legs go,’ Barry gasped. I had to break for air. My legs were thrashing about and I had stopped trying to do anything for my friend. ‘Come on then you cunt,’ she whispered, so only I could hear, ‘come you fucking slut.’ I shuddered and closed my eyes tight. I had slipped down the wall now, and I knew my legs were spread wider than. They were permitted their choice of boxer shorts or briefs, and they were encouraged to wear jock straps during more serious forms of athletic activity. Clothing for Pinkbands (like me) was theoretically similar, but there were a few curious differences -- all Pinkband clothes were of a few shades of pastel, or white. The clothes were also cut differently -- the special athletic shirts were short-sleeved, like a very short sleeved t-shirt only much tighter fitting (especially on the shoulders),. We both started to masturbate. After 5 or so minutes Coach H spoke “Up to now we have only had sex. Tonight I am going to make love to you.” Coach H then pulled me to floor. We laid on our sides with our genitals in each other’s faces. Coach H took the lead and started sucking on my cock. I followed and began sucking on his cock. After several minutes Coach H rolled me onto my back and moved around so that he was between my legs while he continued to suck on my cock. I felt his finger.