I asked her about them and she explained that her husband had been a keen photographer and had even assembled some books about the town using old post...cards. One of the photos was obviously of Ann and Bert’s wedding and I was struck by how pretty she was and what a great figure she had. I remarked on this and she laughed and said something like ‘look how much I’ve changed’.We chatted on about this and that and I returned to the subject of Bert’s photography asking what his favourite subjects. My head was swimming...He moves up to kiss me, and lines our cocks up perfectly. He begins grinding it into me, fucking my mouth with his tongue sometimes and other times licking my ears, biting my neck, whispering things in Spanish I don't know and telling me to say his name. This could have gone on for days for all I knew... he lovingly humped into me, gasping and grunting with pleasure into my ear.He whispers "Say my name, baby... say it... say it..." I exclaimed "oh, Jesus... Jesus...". Amanda then felt the coach begin to play with her clit again, arousing Amanda against her will. When Coach Jacobs realized that Amanda’s pussy was again flowing she began to slowly move her hips back and forth. After a few minutes of this Coach Jacobs began to thrust upwards doing her best to connect with the girl’s g-spot. When Amanda’s reaction told the coach she had found the mark the coach began to stimulate the spot. Coach Jacobs began connecting with every thrust, driving her silicon. "Tell me about it," he said, leaning in and kissing me again. When we broke the kiss he pulled me close and I leaned my head on his shoulder, speaking into the nape of his neck."The first one, he came in here and we shook hands." I laughed a little at the memory, at the absurd formality of it. "Then he pulled down his shorts and sat down on the couch." Just like that?" Just like that." Was he hard?" No, which surprised me because I'd been hard since setting up the meeting."He shifted his hips.