When he put pressure on the prostate a couple of times my knees buckled and I groaned, “Mmm,” and when he would run a finger down my crack, across... my hole and end up pushing on the prostate I almost cummed. After a very few minutes I stopped him, mostly because I was about to blow my load from his hands but partly to stop the god awful blowjob. I then knelt back down and started sucking his balls and running my fingers back by his prostate. He liked it so I started sucking his cock and pushing. She was leaning against the bar, hoping that she didn’t look too conspicuous. She was wearing a tight fitting, black velvet dress. It was backless and its hem ended just above her knee, showing enough of her shapely legs to make her feel sexy. The decision had been made to dispense with tights or stockings and a pair of black stilettos complemented the dress. Long, deep brown hair had been tied up neatly, a few choice strands hanging either side and framing the waxy, pale complexion of her. ‘Please … ‘ the woman’s voice came again into his head. ‘Please … ‘ Puzzled and disquieted he headed back up the stair to join Shari. She had her hands over her head in a charming but utterly useless attempt to ward off the downpour. Her long black hair hung plastered to her face. She was even more beautiful than usual like that, Baxter thought. Maybe if they got back to his place early enough tonight he’d be able to put thoughts of the dead love of his life out of his head for a few moments. I needed to live them out. I had had a few encounters with the Coach in his locker room office. Although the risk of getting caught was high, so was the thrill. Like I had before, I wanted to all the other boys had gone and knocked on the office door. He had already fucked me, had his big manly cock inside me, so I figured it was safe to be forward. Coach was sitting at his desk and I closed the door behind me. He wasn’t surprised to see me, maybe a little nervous though, but happy. I could see.