She quickly sat up which made her big knockers go up and down and held her arms out to hug the Coach. After a couple of seconds of breast staring, he ...finally got up and hugged her. Feeling her enormous torpedoes against his chest. He felt his dick harden from the excitement. She felt it too just above her pussy area on her hip hugger jeans.The Coach’s hands had traveled down her back, to softly cup her bubble cheeked ass. Squeezing her firm big ass with his big hands. Massaging her ass cheeks. “First dibs on the bathroom,” she said with a smile.As she slid out of the bed, Matt felt something slither against his leg.“Oh,” she said with a slight laugh. “I hope that goes away like the rest of it.”She held up her tail. It wasn’t nearly as long as it had been last night and it was no longer red. Nor was there any longer a pointed spike on the end of it, but it was still definitely a tail.“I think my horns fell under the bed,” she said softly. “Those damn pitchforks seemed to just melt. She worked in an upward motion and rotated her fingers around his dick head. She squeezed the tip and he delivered a dab of pre-cum. She was doing a great job of giving us both attention. As she worked his shaft, she massaged my my hairy nuts, rolling them in her fingers, squeezing and pulling on them. This was turning out to not be a quick jerk which was fine with us. Things had been going on for several minutes. I was watching her tits shake as she jerked on our cocks. I reached out and. Instinctively, my legs encircled him and his body rose and went horizontal on top of the water, lifting me with him, watering running off both of us. His body felt like wet leather and I reached for his flippers as I lowered my front down onto him, my legs now dragging behind me on either side of him. I slipped on him, moving further back. As I secured my grip on his flippers, I felt him bump into me at the junction of my thighs, his penis, his pointed penis bumping, probing at me. And probing.