Hank sat there trying to regain his faculties as Sarah finished cleaningand then prepared lunch. She spoon fed him some soup, licking a drip offhis li...ps and then fed him a sandwich, piece by piece, sticking her fingerin his mouth now and then, until he was full. Hank was coming around, butstill couldn't remember the triggers, none of them. The notes were alsoat home in Sarah's purse. Hank moved to the porch and sat in the cool breeze as he regained hiscomposure. Sarah would come out and kiss. It was the prostrate vibrator Coach H used in me some time ago. It was still as pleasurable as before. Coach H continued to suck on my cock. After several minutes I felt the beginning of an orgasm. Coach H sensed this and stopped sucking on my cock. He started to kiss my pubic mound. He crept forward a little and kissed my lower stomach. He kissed further up my body. He kept kissing my body as he moved up. Eventually he was up to my head and started to kiss me on the lips. He wrapped. We had the fortune of having the top floor and we could afford to keep the windows open. We are both sort of exhibitionists. Reena absolutely loves to have people's attention, and I love to have people looking at her lustily especially when she is with me, so everyone feels jealous of me. We had tried almost everything, fucking from mornings till late into night. There were times; I used to sleep with my cock inside her. We had been fucking in our balcony, sometimes in the parking of our. He didn’t, his little sister was in distress and Ryan, by nature, was a protector, he eased the door open.“Ursula, what is it, maybe I can help?” He asked.“You can’t help, no body can help.”“Want to talk about it?”“Talk about what? Men, fucking men, I hate them all, they’re ruining my life.”Her experience with the opposite sex had, up to this time in her young life, been disappointing to say the very least, probably why she was still a virgin, she’d never been able to get into a relationship.