Coach H opened the door and invited me in. He closed the door behind me. I told him that I had fun the previous Friday and would like to masturbate ...with him again. He told me that he had fun too and it was OK for the two of us to masturbate with each other. We moved over to the sofa. Coach H and I sat down. I started to pull my pants down. Coach H stopped me and told me to stand up while taking my pants off. I thought nothing of it so I stood up and pulled my pants down. My underwear. How do I know, well as we drank champagne, he told me, not the recording bit, but the fucking bit, which made me laugh, because he was repulsive, and clingy, but he had what we girls call loads of dosh, was easy to tease, and by keeping my short skirt riding mid-thigh, I had him gagging to shove his cock where the sun dont shine.'This guy is about to jump your bones', a friendly reminder from my friend, was whispered into my ear, I really was egging him on, it was the immediate effect of the. After that bust we really didn't have to do anything at all the rest of the night. We rode around the county roads but we could have just hidden out somewhere. The tiny little Special Operations Unit was proving itself to be very successful. It was a good feeling to be part of something so positive.We went for a couple of weeks just doing routine patrol. We really were adequate at it, but we were best at special missions. Nothing happened at all during those two weeks. It became pretty boring. Taking a breath, I pick up the scent of a pussy. I open my mouth and stick my tongue out and taste the sweetness of another woman for the first time. These sensations send me over the edge, I have an even stronger orgasm then before.The tongue on my clit slips between the folds, into my pussy. The mouth on my nipple is replaced by two hands wiping cum from my body. She makes sucking noises, I can tell she is cleaning her hands with her mouth."MMMM...MMMM...MMMM." She moans at the taste of my.