..do a little dance for me!” As he closed the office door. He sat down on his chair and wheeled it out from behind the desk and leaned back so that... he was about three feet away. “I'm gonna show ya these Peter...you like them?” as I made circles around my breasts with my hands. “Oh fuck yeah!” Peter said as he grabbed at the bulge in his pants.”Those tits make my cock real fuckin hard! Pull em out!”. I smiled and unbuttoned a few buttons. With an effortless little shake my tits would bounce. "I agreed. "I thought about not riding today, but I enjoyed it so much last week that I decided to try it again. Hey, I brought some chips, you hungry?" Sure! And I brought a couple of beers. Want one?" I accepted.We opened the chips and beers and dug in. At one point, I paused and looked him in the eye, then asked, "I was wondering, do you come out here because you like to meet new people?"He replied, "Yes, I do like to meet people. I liked seeing you last week. Honestly, I think I. My body shook. Trembled. Vibrated. I was a silent witness to their debauchery. My legs ached as they tried to balance my body on their own. I was facing a losing battle with myself but I was winning the war. I knew that I had the one underneath me. He was still fucking his deflating cock into me but I started to feel less full as his spunk shoot into my arse.It wasn’t long before I had him grunting and groaning that he was about to spurt too.She creamed my face at about the same time as he. I've written about that on my blog which you can read (email me if you need the blog address or google Aussie Speedo Guy). What I want to tell you guys about is what happened on Thursday night.The coach for the Masters swimming program is a mid twenties guy, I'll call him Aiden here but that isn't his real name. I think that is the least I can do for him considering he is allowing me to share it with you guys.The first night I went along to the training session I didn't know anyone. I got.