I said, “Okay go ahead, but u have to let me touch you next”
So she touched my dick
. I asked if it hurt but she said to keep going.
. “I must admit I have speculated from time to time what he’d be like in bed, but I have never considered it myself. CINDY
by
Gail Holmes
The coach seemed drastically hot, mind you it was late July, I’d a weeks half-term from Boarding school, then back for two months, then I’d be finished with the school, mercifully it would be all over then, but I had to stay till the end of term, It was nice to come home, my parents had split up when I was about twelve, I’d stayed with Dad which I’d favoured, although he was much older than my mother I had always got on well with him, a kinder father you couldn’t want
I said, “Okay go ahead, but u have to let me touch you next”
So she touched my dick
. I asked if it hurt but she said to keep going.
. “I must admit I have speculated from time to time what he’d be like in bed, but I have never considered it myself. CINDY
by
Gail Holmes
The coach seemed drastically hot, mind you it was late July, I’d a weeks half-term from Boarding school, then back for two months, then I’d be finished with the school, mercifully it would be all over then, but I had to stay till the end of term, It was nice to come home, my parents had split up when I was about twelve, I’d stayed with Dad which I’d favoured, although he was much older than my mother I had always got on well with him, a kinder father you couldn’t want
I said, “Okay go ahead, but u have to let me touch you next”
So she touched my dick
. I asked if it hurt but she said to keep going.
. “I must admit I have speculated from time to time what he’d be like in bed, but I have never considered it myself. CINDY
by
Gail Holmes
The coach seemed drastically hot, mind you it was late July, I’d a weeks half-term from Boarding school, then back for two months, then I’d be finished with the school, mercifully it would be all over then, but I had to stay till the end of term, It was nice to come home, my parents had split up when I was about twelve, I’d stayed with Dad which I’d favoured, although he was much older than my mother I had always got on well with him, a kinder father you couldn’t want
