” I beg him.“You should have though about that before you scratched me bitch.” He’s still mad at me.“I’m sorry okay, I’ll do anything to...make it right, but please untie me.” I say.His face comes close to mine, I can feel his breath. He roughly puts his fingers in my mouth, I taste his blood. “This is blood from my face, I wonder how it got there!” He pulls my hair and I scream. “And I’m going to do the same to you.” I feel a strange object against my back. I have no clue what it is. I can feel. He was a good coach.The mothers were another thing entirely though. They were all old enough to know their own mind. In the 10 years that Jim had been coaching kids soccer, he had managed to go to bed with at least one of the mothers in 8 of those years. Every year a new set of mothers. Jim coached in a very affluent suburb in Michigan. He had the time because he worked the graveyard shift at an auto factory. Around the town where he coached, he was an oddity because he was black and the suburb. I will also suggest that she ask Ma about it before we give it a try.”Thank God, that was the end of that conversation! I was going to have to talk to Mary about this where the kids could not hear us. I hoped that I have not said too much and let the situation get out of hand, so to speak.That was the last I heard from David about sex for a month or more, but I was sure that there was a lot more questions coming up in the near future. As much as possible, I was going to let him lead the. "Well they broke up what we were doing." Cheli smirks."What did they catch you doing?" I asked."Oh, I was playing with his cock. They came over and gave me a warning, I played dumb." She responds.I didn't say anything, just sipped on my beer and she finally says kind of matter casually, "Christ, his cock was huge. Probably the biggest I have ever felt. It was still in his pants but I could tell he is hung. He told me it was over 12", if that's true he's bigger than Dwayne."Now that name hit me.