Her legs moved again against the surges of pleasure that were shooting through her body, and were constricting me again. I pressed down my thumb and l...icked her at the same time, sending her into a new level. She was sweet, salty, warm, and eager. She let my tongue flip up and down her as she moaned louder and gripped the pillow tighter. I flipped her over again, unaware of the craving monster I had created, and moved up to kiss her on the lips, letting her taste the warm liquid she was. The observers were the guys who talked to the coaches through the headphones on the field who charted the games and helped pick apart defenses and see trends. Armed with a playbook and a roster they watched and charted plays and players from the first scrimmage and all through the season. Videographers would catch every practice and every game for later review. Coach Winslow was a huge disciple of video as there was so much more to take in than what he saw. His observers were in their third. ”“Bob, I know you’re fine. You’re perfectly capable of being the man she needs you to be, sexually and emotionally. I don’t need to do any more to prove that. But I still want to. I actually do need to, on some level, because what I feel for you is something I haven’t felt for decades. If you weren’t married I wouldn’t have any problem with all this, except for the fact that I’m old enough to be your mother. But you are married, and not only that, you’re married to my daughter!“She was pacing.. We used to stay there till it was dark.Then i used to drop her to the gate of her house.I never missed the opportunity to touch her private parts in the dark in park. Now to the main story: February ka maheena tha, wo roz sham ko walk karne k bahane mujhse milne aajati thi ek shawl oudd ke. Hum ek saat baith k bahut batein karte thay: Pyaar ki batein, sex ki batein, aur baton baton me me usko tang karta tha, uske saat shararath karta tha. Khabi uske boobs ko touch karta tha aur khabi usko.