”I picked up the basket and took it to the first washer, where Lissa unloaded half the basket. We moved to the next washer and Lissa unloaded the re...st of the towels, leaving only her big dildo sticking out of the laundry bag.“Lissa? What is that for?”“For my fantasy.”I put in the quarters and we took seats and began to neck. We played and touched, and she brought me to the edge once before apologizing and backing off to allow me to calm down. The first machine shifted to spin dry and Lissa. Nights were long and lonely because there was no time for a real relationship. Work kept me busy twelve hours per day and seven days per week. But I had my stash of dirty magazines under the bed. That meant many nights stroking to the fantasy in the centerfold. My job was hard. Many hours on a jackhammer or pushing wheelbarrow loads of broken concrete. The result was a strong back and big arms. I've never been conceited about my body or my looks but I got my share of looks from the ladies at. As you look at Coach's cock you wonder if guys in wheelchairs even have sex and what it would be like. Could you get him hard? What would that cock taste like on your lips? Now it's not just your face that is flush...you feel your pussy moistening, starting to soak into the boy shorts you wear under your cheerleader skirt. You fidget slightly and your sneakers squeak on the floor. "Sorry, I forgot you were here," says Coach as he lays aside his paperwork. "Sarah, you've been on the cheer. He pulls me close as his hands enter my shorts and start playing with my butt.My hand on the side still out of shock, he starts kissing my neck and makes his way up to my lips. He literally bites my lower lip and moves to a gentler pace from there on. he drops my shorts and underwear right near the entrance grill and starts circling my hole.I can really smell his salty odor now and his cock pressing against me. He removes my t-shirt and drops it there as well. “come let’s go to my cabin. I have.