I look at him with his dark blond hair, grey eyes, and lean body. He has a swimmer's body. And he's tall. He must have a million girls chasing him at ...college."It's...my boyfriend. Or should I say my ex-boyfriend." Uh-oh. Boy trouble..." He tries to give me a teasing smile. "Want me to kick his ass? What'd he do?" Nothing. It's me!" I can't help but let a tear escape from my eye. "We've been going out for almost a year and he's been pressuring me to...you know. But I can't get myself to.". After several more minutes I feel Coach H’s hairy chest on my back. It moves off quickly. It comes back. This goes on for a while. I twist my neck to look back. Coach H is doing pushups while his cock is inside me. Pushups soon turn into squat thrusts except Coach H’s cock never leaves my ass. Eventually Coach H roles the two of us on to our sides. His cock never left my ass. While Coach H continues to thrust he reaches around and starts to masturbate me. After 5 or so minutes Coach H. ”“Things are improving, but you should know that I still suffer from stress-induced depression, feelings of persecution, paranoia, anxiety attacks, probably a martyr complex. I’ll have to discuss that with her to see what she thinks. The list goes on. A lot of days in September and October I only got through because I had the study. I didn’t have much else. That’s changed me a lot.”“How did it change you?” she asked“You already know, Tabby,” I told her gently. “How did it change you when you. I stopped her when I was about to cum and made her take my cock in her mouth. She did that and she was all the more happy in drinking my semen. We reached the car park in the apartment and Anusha went in first saying she would wait for me there. I had taken her bra and panty in the theater and there she walked away adjusting her blouse and sari.I kept watching at her swinging ass till she was gone inside the lift. I parked the car and rushed to her apartment. She had the door wide open for me.