Startled, Grace belatedly remembered the meeting she'd seen in the dining hall and thought about it. She was one of the better swimmers, but usually Coach Rod picked his new assistants from the seniors who were committed to the swim program; as an underclassman and a walk-on, she'd never thought seriously about it. "Don't go blowing the whistle until you see it," the redhead admonished her eager friend. "Oh, come on," Jeni rolled her eyes. "Why else would Coach Rod want to see you?" She stared at Grace. "*Is* there another reason?" "I dunno," Grace shrugged, "but I won't find out here." She ducked nervously out the door before Jeni could interrogate her further. The redhead made her way across camp, past the other swimmers headed to the pool or gym, barely even conscious of the nudity around her as she weighed the possibilities in her mind. Reward or reprimand? Whistle or demerit? Coach Rod was sitting on the edge of his desk when Grace entered his office. His erection, far more massive than Wade's, was enough to make a horse jealous. Grace fought to stifle a giggle as she thought about how appropriate his name was, and tried to pretend the angry weapon wasn't on such blatant display. "You wanted to see me, Coach?" The older man calmly eyed her from head to toe, and then surprised Grace by grabbing his erection and beginning to stroke it. "Yes, Grace. Close the door, please." She complied, trying to remember if she'd ever seen anybody masturbating since she'd "woken up" a few days ago, and couldn't recall another instance. Feeling a little uneasy, the redhead returned to her spot in front of the desk. Coach Rod watched her silently, continuing to fist his large slab of manmeat. Grace was increasingly convinced he was one of the people like her, who saw through the illusions, but she was more concerned about playing dumb than worried he might be seeing her crinkled nipples or bare mound. She shifted her weight and tried not to look at his cock; it was impossibly large, but Grace felt herself lubricating anyway at the thought of taking him. "You're pretty good at this," he finally admitted, stroking harder, "but you can drop the act in front of me, Grace. I know you know what's going on." He jerked harder and cum jetted from his hard organ. Grace flinched from the accusation as well as the semen, merely ducked her head as the coach's semen decorated her stomach and thigh. Her stomach churned; not only was she still displaying herself naked for this man, she'd just let him cum on her. She knew she should be feeling shock indian or outrage, but there was only that constant need between her legs. Sarah now mostly nude, Lilly still fully clothed broke apart and both turned to Anna who was panting heavily pulling her only exposed nipple, and rubbing her crotch from the outside of her skirts Slice, stab, cut. James' clothes were still a little damp, but that discomfort was nothing compared to the pain in his head. • Rei will never have desires for others outside of Seth Meyers and Asuka but will be happy that she has those two people. You are not weak, Julia; you know the price of murder.” Henry chirped in, making sure that Sally would look over at his penis, as well. Just like that. “…no, no, no!” Dad pushed me away indian from the stereo, “We ain’t listening to that electro-quack-candy-dogshit!” And he pulled my phone out of the port. As I slept a car drove up and parked in the barn. I waited until the last light faded, then I stripped my robes, and felt the cool wind caress my naked flesh. “Oh shit, how long has he been there? John’s best friend and the kid who had the best outlook in life as he came from one of the richest families in town, even the state and had an IQ to match. “Just use your fingers to tickle yourself and imagine it’s Master.” We were still in college. Instead she just screamed into Alex's crotch as it wracked her body. “Oh yes, I’m knackered.” So, how about it Marcus? We all had our metals swinging around our necks.